Tome of Blood

"This is... my lord's holy symbol?"

Looking at the rose of thorns slowly emerging from her consciousness, Astrid's heart palpitated and she murmured subconsciously.

The bramble rose shines brightly.

The crimson color is dazzling, like beautiful blood.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar symbols, Astrid felt as if her heart had stopped beating at this moment.

Until that illusory and dazzling crimson... filled the whole world.

An intense emotion that is difficult to describe in words surged into the girl's heart.

Plop...

Plop...

She heard her own heartbeat.

She felt that her heart formed some kind of resonance with the mysterious and beautiful badge.

Astrid almost subconsciously stretched out her hand towards the illusory thorn rose.

Then, he couldn't help calling in a low voice:

"Great Savior..."

"Really...is it you?"

The trembling fingertips were slightly raised.

Astrid saw herself "touching" the illusory holy symbol.

The next moment, the holy emblem intertwined with thorns and roses shone brightly, and the dazzling crimson light suddenly overwhelmed everything.

Astrid felt a mysterious pull coming, and the whole world quickly moved away.

She felt a strong calling.

In that kind of calling, she only felt that she was constantly rising, no matter how high she was...

She saw the confused teenagers around her.

She saw the stunned Marquis Vladimir.

She saw the smiling Castel envoy. She saw the elf envoy raising his head, looking at her, and then smiling gently.

She saw Winterfort, she saw the dense Great Northern Forest, she saw the North Sea Grand Canyon in the northwest, she saw the endless northern prairie...

She saw the stars in the sky, and she saw the stars shining with a beautiful crimson light, swallowing up the whole world.

The crimson mist spread, and Astrid seemed to see a majestic and solemn old castle.

She saw the mysterious and magnificent murals in the castle, and she saw the stairs that kept spreading upward.

She saw the majestic and ancient Throne of Blood on the steps, and she saw... the mysterious figure shrouded in light above the throne.

The mysterious figure seemed to sense her arrival. A pair of golden-red eyes slowly opened and looked at her.

And the moment Astrid looked at her, the whole world suddenly fell into eternity.

She heard a long sigh, and the sigh contained complexity, emotion, and an indescribable emotion:

"It turns out...it's really you..."

"Yes...this world...is a world protected by gods after all, and the...decisions made in the past may not always be correct."

That mysterious voice carried incredible power, ringing in Astrid's heart.

The moment she heard that voice, Astrid felt her blood boil.

She felt her extraordinary power cheering, and she felt her extraordinary blood invigorating.

She felt a kind of intimacy that was difficult to describe in words. She felt as if she had returned to the arms of her deceased mother again.

She saw the figure on the throne gently getting up and coming to her.

That is an incredibly beautiful god.

He wears a mysterious and beautiful black divine dress, dotted with the holy emblem of thorns and roses. He has magnificent silver hair like a waterfall and golden-red pupils as deep as the starry sky. The appearance of the silver hair and golden pupils is similar to the almost lost records in the tribal alliance. Slowly rejoin...

Astrid's eyes widened, her voice full of excitement:

"My lord...are you...my lord?!"

The god smiled.

That touching smile makes the whole world brighten.

Astrid saw the god reaching out his hand towards her.

The illusory hand of God placed on top of her head, as warm as a mother's embrace.

"The descendants of the Free Cities Alliance..."

"Thank you for holding on to your faith to this day."

"In return, accept this power of faith."

The crimson light spreads.

Astrid saw bits of golden and red light rising up, converging towards her from all directions.

The next moment, she felt an unprecedented powerful force rising from the depths of her blood.

"Go ahead and continue your fight."

The god whispered.

The crimson mist spread rapidly, and Astrid felt the mysterious pulling power acting on her body again.

The whole world quickly went away, and her consciousness quickly fell...

On the streets of Winterfort, a temporarily divided Honor Challenge Field was held.

Seeing Astrid, whose body was flashing with red light but motionless, the surrounding northern teenagers looked at each other in confusion.

"She...what's wrong?"

"Could it be that he was frightened by Lord Gunnar's power and went berserk with extraordinary power?"

"No, no, no...she failed in her secret technique and lost her mind, right?"

"Haha, that's ridiculous!"

"I knew that these wastes of the Free Tribe Alliance were no match for Lord Gunnar!"

The boys in the north were talking a lot, looking at the girl with strange and mocking eyes.

On one side of the fur shop, the boys and girls from the Free Tribe Alliance glared at the taunting boys.

"Astrid..."

They looked worriedly at the girl on the challenge field.

Looking at Astrid who was motionless, Gunnar narrowed his eyes and then sneered:

"Hmph, Astrid, if you think this way can make me lose my temper, you are totally wrong."

As he spoke, his expression instantly became ferocious, and with a victor-like smile, he rushed towards the girl again:

"You lose! Become my slave!"

Light blue light bloomed, Gunnar clenched his fist with ten fingers, wrapped in the power of the totem, and hit the girl on the shoulder.

However, at the moment he was about to hit, a white right hand suddenly raised up, and under Gunnar's astonished eyes, directly caught his fist that still had the power of a totem.

Astrid slowly raised her head.

She opened her eyes, and her light blue pupils had completely turned into blood, as if carrying some kind of soul-stirring power.

She spoke softly, calmly as never before:

"No, Gunnar."

"You lost."

As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful aura burst out from her body.

The crimson light spread quickly, bloomed from Astrid's body, and then quickly gathered into a red light pillar, with the girl as the center... rising into the sky!

The restless magic power surged around like a heat wave, carrying the manic wind, blowing the surrounding onlookers staggering around.

Marquis Vladimir looked stunned.

Against the violent elemental power, he looked up at the crimson light pillar breaking through the sky, his expression full of incredulity:

"This...is this...the power of God's favor?"

"She became...the one favored by God?"