Tome of Blood

Isn't it the turn of the Holy Royal Court to intervene?

Already...parted ways?

Charlotte's heart moved slightly.

She did not expect that the great prophet of Hortosh would refuse her assistance so decisively.

But what the other party said brought her a huge amount of information.

'Sure enough, is there really a myth about royal blood descendants who have defected to the Holy Royal Court...'

‘Or could it be said that the Holy Royal Court itself was founded after a part of the Royal Bloodline rebelled against the Bloodline? ’

‘The great prophet of the Hortosh clan seems to know more ancient secrets than the elders of the Nes clan. Perhaps... I can get more information from her. ’

Charlotte thought in her mind.

She looked at the resolute great prophet of the Hortosh clan calmly, and suddenly smiled:

"Your Majesty the Great Prophet, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"You said you have guessed who is behind me, then...I am also very curious, whose favored one do you think I am?"

Mago, the great prophet of the Hortosh clan, glanced at her, snorted softly, and said:

"For other clans, your secrets have long been buried in history with the collapse of the last royal bloodline, but don't forget that in the great catastrophe that destroyed the name of Kirali, my lord was the only one The surviving witnesses of the myth.”

"The Royal Bloodline was once the most powerful vampire clan. At its peak, there were thirteen demigods. Even after the slaughter of the True Ancestor of Blood, there are still three remaining myths."

"After the True Ancestor of Blood disappeared and the God of Creation awakened, the royal blood descendants also split..."

"Among them, one myth tried to ascend to the gods, but eventually fell into eternal darkness in the bloodline rampage; one myth managed to maintain the last Kirali, longing to find the blood ancestor, and was eventually killed by the major clans. ; And the last one... followed the God of Creation into the Holy Royal Court, and became the first chief judge of the Trial."

"He prayed to the God Lord to transform his bloodline and recast his divine body with sacred fire, thus gaining the power to 'purify' the bloodline. Even his name... was rewritten accordingly."

Having said this, the great prophet of the Hortosh clan looked at Charlotte with a look that could see through everything:

"Am I right? The head of all the followers of the Holy Royal Court, the favored person of Garimor, the God of Judgment, and the so-called 'God of Dark Night' in the North - His Excellency Charlotte de Castel. "

Charlotte:…

Good guy!

The chief god of the Holy Royal Court, the God of Judgment, Garimor... was once a blood descendant of the royal power?

The existence of many in the Holy Royal Court is known to God Charlotte.

In fact, the reason why the Holy Royal Court is so powerful is that it relies on the slave gods who constantly absorb other myths to join the Royal Court and become the God Lord.

Although to this day, the various slave gods in the Holy Royal Court have gradually faded over time, and the belief in the Lord of God has occupied more than 90% of the entire royal court. Some weak slave gods have even been completely forgotten by the people and are only recorded in the divine scriptures. …

But Charlotte still heard about the name of the God of Judgment, Gallimore.

That is the god worshiped by the Judgment Knights, the right hand of the Lord of Creation, and one of the three major subordinate gods within the Holy Royal Court.

Incidentally, the other two are Mithras, the god of contracts, and Aphros, the god of beauty, celebration and wisdom.

Charlotte was not familiar with Gallimo, the God of Judgment, but after being "introduced" by the great prophet of the Hall Measures clan, she almost knew a lot about him.

The God of Judgment, Garimor, was born into the Vampire Clan and possesses the power to "purify" the bloodline of the Vampire Clan.

Obviously, the great prophet of the Hortosh clan took the blood myth behind Charlotte, the "God of the Night" who was already well-known in the northern part of the continent, as the vest of Gallimo, the God of Judgment of the Holy Royal Court.

Charlotte didn't know what kind of expression she should show now.

But she knew from the resolute attitude of the great prophet of the Hortosh clan that it would be impossible to convince the other party.

However, the resolute attitude of the Great Prophet Hortosh also exposed a problem.

The God's Favorite is the dependent of the gods and the spokesperson of the gods. If the Great Prophet Hortosh regards Charlotte as the God's Favorite of the God of Judgment, then Charlotte can be said to be the messenger of the gods of the Holy Court. Too much.

After all, the Hortosh clan is just a clan of the Blood Clan, and now it is so weak. Logically speaking, the attitude of the great prophet Hortosh should be more gentle and cautious.

But it's different now. Such a decisive reply can be called tough.

Coupled with the deliberate disguise of the Hortosh clan at the banquet, all of this points to the same possibility...

The Hortosh clan is bluffing.

There is obviously a living demigod sitting in charge, but he is bluffing.

Well, the answer is probably obvious.

Thinking of this, Charlotte looked at the great prophet of the Hortosh clan again:

"Your Majesty the Great Prophet, Your Majesty the Scarlet Queen Rowena...are you in any trouble?"

Great Prophet Mago paused slightly.

She chuckled lightly and said:

"Your Majesty Charlotte, you are joking. My lord is the god closest to the true ancestor. Among the many blood descendant myths, he is also the most powerful existence."

"Looking at your noble status, I don't want to pursue your offense against my Lord, but I also ask that you maintain enough respect for me, Hortosh."

"If His Majesty is just here to win over my Hortosh clan on behalf of the Holy Royal Court, then I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

"Our paths are different, and the Hortosh clan has no intention of getting involved in the disputes on the mainland. Your Majesty... please come back."

Looking at the determined expression of the great prophet Mago, Charlotte knew that the other party probably couldn't listen to her words.

She could use force like she did in the Ness clan, but after thinking about it, she gave up.

Unlike the Ness clan, even if something really went wrong with the Scarlet Queen, she would "retreat" in the holy land of Hortosh.

When facing a demigod who doesn't know his status, it's better to be cautious.

Of course, what's more important is that even if the Great Prophet Mago doesn't recommend her, she still has other ways to "meet" Scarlet Queen Rowena.

Thinking of this, Charlotte smiled and said:

"I understand. Since the Great Prophet is so insistent, then... I won't force it. It's getting late and I should go back."

Great Prophet Mago frowned slightly:

"Your Majesty Charlotte, aren't you... here to discuss the Advent with my Hortosh clan?"

Charlotte said leisurely:

"Holy Advent is just an excuse. My real purpose is just to visit the Scarlet Queen."

Great Prophet Mago's frown deepened, and she looked at Charlotte with a hint of vigilance.

Charlotte smiled:

"Your Majesty the Great Prophet, there is no need to look at me like that. As I said before, I have no ill intentions towards the Hortosh clan..."

After hearing Charlotte's words, Great Prophet Mago looked a little embarrassed.

She coughed lightly and said:

"Your Majesty Charlotte, I made you laugh. Although I can't recommend you, you still extended a helping hand to our Hortosh clan members. We, the Hortosh clan, are not ungrateful people. These gifts , please accept it.”

With that said, the great prophet Mago clapped her hands, and soon a beautiful vampire girl entered the hall holding a tray.

The tray was wrapped in red silk, with several sparkling storage rings placed on it.

Charlotte raised her eyebrows.

She didn't shirk it, she picked it up and used her mental power to sense it, and then she looked surprised.

There are quite a few things in the ring.

All kinds of priceless extraordinary materials, if valued from Charlotte's perspective, would be worth at least seven to eight million Quintana.

Judging from Charlotte's identity, saying more is not too much, but saying less is not too much.

Charlotte was not humble and accepted it directly.

Although she inherited the throne of Luo Xing, the finances of Luo Xing Kingdom were too stretched. The more extraordinary materials and so on, the better. Taking these things back would fill the treasure house.

Of course, for her, the appeal of these things is actually very limited. What she is most greedy for now is the benefits brought by "purifying" the bloodline pollution of the Hortosh clan, and the potential possessions of the Hortosh clan. Those faceless statues.

After accepting the gift from the Hortosh clan, Charlotte left the "Holy Land" under the auspices of the great prophet Mago.

Before leaving, Charlotte looked at the other party meaningfully and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty the Great Prophet, thank you for your hospitality. Although I have not been able to see Her Majesty Rowena directly, I still have high expectations for the Hortosh clan."

"I think... we should meet again soon."

After saying that, she smiled and turned into a stream of light and flew into the distance.

The great prophet Hortosh was slightly startled.

She wanted to ask something, but after the brilliance passed, she could no longer sense Charlotte's aura...

…

Deep in the Great Boreal Forest.

A crimson light flashed, and Charlotte's figure reappeared.

As soon as she appeared, Roman's Sword couldn't wait to appear:

"Great Master, are you... just leaving like this?"

Charlotte glanced at it:

"What, do you want me to force my way into the Queen's Palace?"

"Why not? You should be able to sense it, right? You can hardly sense the Scarlet Queen's aura in the Holy Land. She must be away, or encounter some problem! Maybe...she has also fallen into a deep sleep! This is something you can conquer A great opportunity for the Hortosh clan!”

Charlotte shook her head:

"This is just your guess, just a possibility. Unlike Stargazer Kesi, the Hortosh clan can still receive the Scarlet Queen's oracle. The Scarlet Queen is also very clear that she is sitting deep in the Holy Land. Don't You should underestimate any demigod, let alone the opponent’s home field.”

"Then...are you really planning to go back like this?"

"Go back? How is it possible? I will definitely not go back without seeing the Scarlet Queen."

Charlotte smiled and said.

After saying that, she looked in the direction of the Hortosh Holy Land, her eyes gradually becoming misty:

"Roman, you are right. There must be something wrong with Scarlet Queen Rowena. This may be a good opportunity to conquer the Hortosh clan."

"But breaking into the Queen's Palace by force is not the best way, and it will definitely arouse fierce resistance from the Hortosh clan."

"I have a good impression of the Hortosh clan. If possible, I don't want to have too much conflict with them."

Roman Sword was a little confused:

"Then...what are you going to do?"

Charlotte smiled, and with a flash of light in her hand, an illusory small statue appeared:

"Although it is best to see each other in person, there is not only one way to see the Scarlet Queen."

…

Horcos Holy Land, Queen's Palace.

Great Prophet Mago put away her smile, and her expression gradually became serious.

"The Great Prophet..."

Sofia, who had already put on a black robe, saluted her.

She nodded slightly and asked:

"Are everything... ready?"

Sophia nodded:

"Everything is ready."

After speaking, she hesitated and asked:

"Your Majesty the Great Prophet, Your Majesty the Queen...are you really not planning to meet the favored ones of the God of Judgment?"

The Great Prophet shook his head:

"If Your Majesty the Queen wants to see you, there will be an oracle. For my Lord, the most important thing now is to take the last step."

"Our true identity has been exposed to the Holy Royal Court, and all our hopes...are placed on our Lord."

"Bring all the sacrifices to my lord. My lord...is going to make the final attempt."

Sophia paused for a moment, then couldn't help but raise her head and look at the Great Prophet Mago:

"Lord Great Prophet, is this... also the oracle from the Queen?"

The Great Prophet was silent for a moment, nodded, and smiled gently:

"Of course, this is the oracle of our Lord, and it is also the goal that our Hortosh clan has been striving for for thousands of years."

After hearing her words, Sophia lowered her head and said no more.

After the order was issued, the palace guards in the Queen's Palace quickly took action.

It didn't take long for all kinds of sacrifices to be delivered to the huge palace gate deep in the Queen's Palace.

There were various types of sacrifices, some were sculptures, some were stone statues, some were dried meat stumps, and some were broken pieces of armor or weapons.

All the sacrifices were placed in exquisite wooden boxes, sealed by complicated magic circles, exuding a heart-stopping aura.

Among all the sacrifices, the most eye-catching ones are the small faceless statues.

Looking at the collected sacrifices, the Great Prophet took a deep breath.

She waved her hand and put all the sacrifices into the storage equipment, and then bowed respectfully to the tall palace door:

"Your Majesty the Queen, according to your oracle, the sacrifices have been prepared."

"Please allow me to enter the temple to help you prepare for the last rites..."

After saying that, the great prophet knelt down on one knee and closed his eyes.

The dark red light flickered slightly, and the surrounding magic lights were shadowy.

A deep and vast aura slowly descended and enveloped the great prophet.

Little bits of light shone, and the figure of the Great Prophet gradually became transparent, and finally... disappeared.

The Great Prophet slowly opened his eyes.

She appeared in a towering temple.

This temple seemed to have not been taken care of for many years and had long been dilapidated. The surrounding walls were covered with ferocious dark red blood vessels and pieces of flesh.

Blood vessels gathered in the center of the temple and climbed up to the tall throne. On top of the throne, there was a mountain-like mass of sarcoma.

The sarcoma trembled slightly, like a beating heart, and a vague female face could be seen on it.

Looking at the blurred face, the great prophet looked nostalgic.

She sighed slightly, bent down respectfully, and knelt down in front of the piece of meat:

"Queen...Your Majesty..."