Tome of Blood

Chapter 520 -19- You... are still too weak

The ferocious tentacles rolled towards the vampires in the Holy Land, and strange murmurs sounded throughout the heaven and earth in the different space.

The whisper was like deadly poison, and all the vampires who heard it expressed pain and showed signs of bloodline violence.

In an instant, the entire Hortosh clan's holy land was in chaos.

The roars of the Vampires who lost their consciousness and turned into fallen blood demons; the wails of the Vampires who were still struggling and still partially conscious; the terrified screams of the Vampires who were rolled up by the tentacles and flew towards the "monster"...

Various sounds intertwined, and various chaotic scenes were staged in various places in the Holy Land. The entire alien space turned into a "purgatory" in an instant.

Mago, the great prophet of the Hortosh clan, stared blankly at the out-of-control monsters and the chaotic holy land.

Her body was shaking slightly, and her face, which could vaguely be distinguished as a humanoid face, was full of shock and confusion.

And when she saw the vampires in Hortosh couldn't control their bloodline and went berserk, and were devoured by "monsters" one after another, the shock and confusion turned into anger and sadness.

"Stop! You monster who blasphemed my lord! The demon who stole my lord's holy body!"

She roared, roared, swallowed a piece of magic crystal, forced her magic power to circulate again, waved the staff in her hand, and smashed it towards the "monster".

The legendary power exploded, and powerful magic was blessed on the staff, activating the forbidden spell stored in the staff and releasing the heart-stopping annihilation magic.

That is the magic that the great prophet Mago has at the bottom of the box. It is so powerful that it can instantly kill the legend and annihilate all beings that hit it.

The black light shot towards the monster and hit its body.

However, when the black light flashed, the monster's body showed no other changes except for traces of burnt black marks.

"This is impossible!"

Great Prophet Mago’s eyes widened.

The screams continued to sound, and more and more vampires were out of control. Ferocious tentacles were flying in the air. Every time they leaped, some vampires were rolled up and swallowed...

Suddenly, the earth trembled slightly, and roars came from the depths of the castle complex.

Great Prophet Mago saw the blood warriors guarding the underground rushing out of the underground temple.

Changes also appeared on them, but they still maintained the brilliance of the flickering magic energy array.

They formed the most powerful battle sequence of the Hortosh clan, shouting "Protect the Queen's Palace! Protect the Queen's Crown!" while rushing towards the monster that had destroyed the Queen's Palace...

"No! Don't come over!"

The Great Prophet's expression changed and he shouted quickly.

But... it's too late.

The vampire warriors rushed towards the "monster", but... before they could rush to the front, the mutations on their bodies quickly worsened under the "monster's" whisper.

In an instant, the barely maintained magic energy array quickly collapsed, and the vampire warriors at the front turned into out-of-control monsters and started fighting with the vampire warriors behind.

The ferocious tentacles rolled towards them like beasts that smelled fishy smell. In the blink of an eye, these remaining earls and viscounts of the Hortosh clan were devoured by the "monsters".

"No……!"

Great Prophet Mago looked desperate.

"Roar--!"

Another series of crazy roars.

The earth trembled, the mountains shook, and countless monsters emerged from the ground like a tide.

As if they were summoned, they rushed towards the "monster" above the Queen's Palace.

Among the monsters, there were many blood demons transformed from fallen vampires. Some were still wearing tattered noble clothes, and some had chaotic and powerful auras. They were fallen blood demons at the level of earl or even duke.

Like moths flying into the flame, they rushed towards the "monster" that "summoned" them, and were actively swallowed by the "monster" before disappearing into its ferocious bloody mouth...

One after another, new faces appeared on the huge "meat mountain", and the body and breath of the "monster" further expanded and expanded...

Looking at the terrifying figure that rapidly expanded like a mountain, Great Prophet Mago's lips wriggled, and she fell to the ground as if she had lost her will to fight.

A sound like glass breaking came from the sky, spider web-like cracks spread in the sky, and then... shattered.

Little bits of light shone, and the restriction covering the holy land completely collapsed. Apparently...the vampires who maintained the restriction also fell into madness.

The restriction disappeared, and the aura of the "monster" that had lost its final suppression surged further.

The deep radiance quickly spread across his body, condensing a desperate pressure.

Chaos, evil, vastness...

That... is the fallen divine power that has lost its suppression!

At this moment, the monster's strength completely broke through the limitations of the mundane and entered the level of myth!

Great Prophet Mago stared blankly at the tentacles flying towards her, laughed miserably, and closed her eyes in despair and pain.

The smelly and evil smell hit his face.

However, the imagined attack did not happen.

Instead, there was an explosion of "pure" magic power and an angry roar from the "monster".

Great Prophet Mago trembled slightly.

She subconsciously opened her eyes, then froze.

At some point, Charlotte was already standing in front.

She was wearing a heroic female enchanted skirt and armor, holding a shining Roman sword in her hand. She had a solid figure and flying blond hair. She was obviously no longer a projection.

Under her body, there was a section of tentacles that had been chopped off and was still squirming on the ground, rapidly disintegrating.

She turned her head sideways and met the Great Prophet's eyes, with a hint of disappointment in her golden-red pupils:

"Your Majesty the Great Prophet, are you... giving up?"

Her voice is still clear and beautiful.

However, it carries a majesty that is incompatible with that immature and youthful appearance.

Not only that, her voice seemed to carry a strange power. It was obviously a question, but when it rang in the heart of the great prophet Mago, it was like a bell ringing loudly.

Great Prophet Mago only felt that the murmurs in her heart that led her to "fall" quickly dissipated, and even her out-of-control bloodline power seemed to begin to slow down.

Seeing Charlotte who was not disturbed by the "monster" at all, the great prophet Margot vaguely realized something, as if grasping a life-saving straw, she quickly begged:

"Charlotte...Your Majesty, no, Your Majesty the Divine Envoy!"

"Please save the Hortosh clan! Please save our clan members who have not completely fallen!"

"The ceremony is not over yet, there is still one last step to go! If...if it were you, you might be able to suppress Him!"

"Whether it is the Holy Royal Court or the God of Judgment, no matter who the god behind you is, as long as it can save our clan from this disaster, I am willing to convince the surviving tribesmen to surrender to the god behind you!"

After hearing the words of the great prophet Mago, Charlotte looked incomprehensible:

"Oh? Your Excellency Margot, it sounds like...are you planning to give up your belief in the Scarlet Queen?"

Great Prophet Mago looked sad.

She glanced at the increasingly ferocious monster, closed her eyes in pain, and said with a wry smile:

"Her Majesty the Queen...has fallen."

"As early as three hundred years ago, when Her Majesty's oracle began to become unclear, I should have told myself that Her Majesty... something was wrong."

"Her Majesty the Queen has not conquered the depraved consciousness in her heart. Her Majesty the Queen...is no longer the Queen."

"It's my fault, everything is my fault. Her Majesty the Queen told me before she attacked the True God. If there is a problem with Him, we should cut off from Him in time and lead the people away from the Holy Land to find a new shelter."

"But in the end I don't want to believe in His changes..."

"I am deceiving myself. I just hold on to the last hope and want to continue the ceremony and reawaken the true Queen..."

"It's me who's too ignorant, and I'm also... too arrogant."

Charlotte sighed:

"I really didn't expect that there was such a hidden secret..."

"In this case, you are indeed too arrogant. You have not even implemented the oracles of the gods. No wonder it has led to the decline of the Hortosh clan."

After saying that, Charlotte stretched out her hand, patted the great prophet Mago on the shoulder, and said calmly:

"Your Majesty the Great Prophet, remember what you said today."

A gentle force poured into the great prophet's body along his shoulders.

Great Prophet Mago was shocked to find that the increasingly chaotic bloodline power in her body began to calm down quickly, as if she had received some higher-level order.

Not only that, even her alienated body began to slowly recover, her tentacles degenerated into normal arms, and the pustules on her skin also disappeared.

"This...this power is...!"

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn't help but look at Charlotte, her pupils filled with shock.

But Charlotte had turned around again and walked towards the "monster" that had swelled like a mountain.

Crimson light bloomed on her body, and a faint coercion rose up on her body, getting stronger and stronger.

She took steps forward, with light shining under her feet, and walked towards the sky step by step.

Every time she takes a step, her figure grows a little longer, and every step she takes, her hair grows a little longer...

Gradually, her long golden hair turned into magnificent silver, and her petite figure became graceful and graceful.

The elven enchanted skirt and armor also changed unconsciously, and was replaced by a black divine robe condensed by divine power and painted with thorns and roses.

Some ethereal and erratic voices entered the ears with the wind, resounding in the heart of the great prophet Mago. While they were beautiful, they carried supreme majesty:

"Also, I need to clarify—"

"I have never said that I am a favored person of the Holy Royal Court."

After speaking, Charlotte gently raised the Roman Sword in her hand.

Golden light flowed in her pupils, her body shone with brilliance, and her aura rose further.

The next moment, an ethereal and indifferent voice resounded throughout the world in this different space:

"Blood God Realm - Kai!"

A dazzling brilliance erupted, and a crimson beam of light rose into the sky from Roman's sword.

The powerful divine power spread out with Charlotte as the center, like a surging tsunami, and accompanying the divine power was the mysterious crimson mist.

The mist spread rapidly, covering the entire alien space like ripples, dyeing the originally dark red world with a mysterious bright color, as if washed by blood.

Looking at the graceful and majestic figure in the sky, feeling the joy of the blood power in the body, ancient memories slowly revived deep in the consciousness of the great prophet Mago.

Under the irresistible supreme divine power, she raised her head with difficulty and looked at the "female god" in the sky in disbelief, even her voice trembled:

"The realm of blood, the power of the ancestors..."

"How can this be?!"

"You...no, you are...you are actually...!"

The wild strong wind blew Charlotte's silver hair, and also buried the incredible exclamation of the great prophet Mago in the wind.

Charlotte stood in mid-air.

She was holding Roman's Sword, with divine power surging from her body, looking down at the mountain-like "monster" from a high position.

After devouring more than a few blood demons and vampires, the "monster" has grown further, and its height has surpassed the mountains in the different space.

His tentacles kept twitching, smashing the castle of Hortosh Holy Land into pieces like sweeping garbage. Everything here seemed to be toys that could be easily destroyed in front of Him.

Charlotte's eyes remained calm.

Her body shone with divine light, and her whole person looked ethereal and mysterious.

That is a manifestation of the explosion of divine power.

"Roar--!"

Above the ground, the ferocious "monster" roared uneasily.

He roared, and all his tentacles rose into the sky, attacking Charlotte.

Charlotte looked calm.

She gently raised Roman's sword, and the sword's body was surrounded by divine power, letting out a joyful sword chant.

She raised her sword and lowered it, releasing a crimson sword light.

In an instant, the whole world flashed with a crimson shining thin line.

The thin line quickly spread and grew, piercing the sky like thunder, turning into a crimson beam of light that penetrated the earth, cutting off several mountains in the distance, splitting the entire Hortosh castle complex into two, leaving behind An abyss nearly a hundred meters wide and bottomless...

A sword.

There is only one sword.

The hundreds of ferocious tentacles of the "monster" were all cut off, and crimson flames were burning at the fractures.

"Roar……!"

The "monster" let out a painful roar, and a hint of human fear appeared on its ferocious face.

He slowly moved backwards, and actually began to retreat away from Charlotte.

"Oh, want to escape?"

Charlotte chuckled.

She pressed down with her left hand, and the crimson blood power burst out from her body again.

The divine power of blood spread, covering the sky, and then turned into a red cage, shrouding the "monster" inside.

Golden-red chains condensed and flew towards the "monster" from all directions, completely imprisoning it in the blink of an eye.

"Roar……!"

The monster let out an uneasy roar again, but could no longer break free.

Charlotte looked down at the "monster".

She shook her head slightly and said with some disappointment:

"The power that is forcibly gathered is, after all, just the power that is forcibly gathered."

"Compared to Adora, the God of Hatred and Corruption, you... are still too weak."

"Spit out all those beings that have been swallowed by you."