Gospel of Blood

Chapter 327: The Best Container

“Black Dragon?”

Seeing the massive creature attacking her two blood servants, Charlotte was slightly taken aback.

But soon, she frowned.

Perhaps because she was observing the battle indirectly through her servants’ vision, or perhaps due to some interference in this place, she felt that there was something off about this black dragon.

“Is it you?”

Sebastian looked surprised at the black dragon before him.

“You know her?”

Yurst glanced at him.

“We fought once, and she escaped.”

Then, he reached out his right hand and summoned a flaming sword, smiling up at the black dragon in the air.

“Miss Black Dragon, we meet again.”

The black dragon didn’t respond, instead letting out a roar as she swooped down toward them.

Sebastian chuckled lightly, charging forward with his sword, and Yurst followed suit.

The battle quickly ensued.

It was at this moment that Charlotte finally realized something was wrong.

In her vision, enhanced by the Gospel of Blood, she saw that the black dragon’s magic power was boiling like water. Beneath its ferocious exterior, it was filled with nearly uncontrollable magic power.

The feeling it gave was identical to that of “Elder Maxim” whom Charlotte had explosively killed before.

Charlotte was immediately alarmed.

No…

This wasn’t a real black dragon, it was a construct made of magic power!

She hurriedly sent a warning to her servants through the Blood Summoning, and both of them immediately sensed the urgent warning deep in their hearts.

Not good!

Danger!

Sebastian and Yurst turned pale simultaneously.

They hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.

Almost at the same time, cracks like spider webs spread across the black dragon’s body. Dark purple magic power erupted, forming a terrifying magic storm.

The “black dragon” self-destructed.

The devastating magic power engulfed everything in an instant.

However, just when the two thought they would be severely injured, a familiar and mysterious power once again enveloped their bodies.

Crimson light spread over them, and the terrifying magic explosion felt like a gentle breeze, unable to harm them at all.

The magic power gradually subsided, leaving the space in disarray.

But Yurst and Sebastian were unscathed.

They first looked grimly at the site of the black dragon’s explosion, then lowered their heads, observing the crimson light that was fading from their bodies, each with a look of realization.

“It’s the Progenitor, she is watching over us. She protected us again!”

Yurst looked relieved and his voice trembled with excitement.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that pledging allegiance to the True Ancestor of Blood was the correct and wisest decision.

This wasn’t selling his freedom and life; most of the time, she didn’t even bother with him. And in moments of mortal danger, she could even save his life. It was like having a protective charm in the form of a powerful guardian!

Of course, he forgot that if it weren’t for his association with the True Ancestor, he, a typically reclusive person, might never have encountered such dangers…

Sebastian piously drew a thorny rose symbol on his chest, then looked towards the depths of the space, speaking in a low voice.

“The noise just now was very loud. They should know we’re here by now.”

“Let’s proceed deeper, and be ready for battle at any moment!”

They quickly took up their weapons and ventured further into the space.

Despite the recent danger, knowing that a God was watching and protecting them gave them more courage and confidence.

Meanwhile, in her mental world, Charlotte, who had decisively used the blood divine power, also breathed a sigh of relief.

“Using divine power remotely and indirectly is too wasteful. It seems… I should consider directly possessing someone through the Gospel of Blood when necessary. That might actually save on unnecessary consumption.”

Reflecting on the recent divine power usage, Charlotte became thoughtful.

But soon, she had another thought and “looked” towards the space where the two were.

Perhaps due to the black dragon’s explosion disrupting the magic there and weakening some interference, or maybe due to Yurst and Sebastian advancing deeper and strengthening her signal reception, she sensed that her connection with the black cat Nice was beginning to restore.

…

Inside an ancient, desolate temple.

The God’s statue within the temple had been destroyed, replaced by a grotesque statue with bat wings, resembling a demon.

Above the statue was a demon eye emitting an eerie glow, and before it was a large blood pool filled with viscous dark red liquid.

At the center of the blood pool was an inverted cross bound with chains, and a fat black cat was tied up tightly, secured to the cross.

Beside the blood pool lay the unconscious current head of the Lagrisse family, Laura de Lagrisse, also tightly bound, looking as if she could be used as a sacrificial offering at any moment.

Standing before the blood pool were three individuals: two men and one woman.

One was a male elf, hidden in the shadows, wearing a Blood Demon Cult priest’s robe.

The other was a human noble with the Lagrisse family crest on his chest.

The last one was a girl who appeared to be fourteen or fifteen years old, with black hair and red eyes, expressionless.

On the cross, the black cat Nice looked at the three before the blood pool, swallowing hard and then laughing dryly.

“Cough, cough, I say… Great Priest, Lord Chait, and Miss Eudoxia…”

“Is there some misunderstanding between us?”

“Isn’t that young lady over there supposed to be your prepared ‘container’? Why tie me up?”

“I… I’m just a clever little kitty, I even helped the Lagrisse family make so many magical items. We’re on the same side!”

“Or, aren’t you afraid that when the great God descends, they will be furious to find their body is an ugly, fat cat?”

The human noble chuckled softly at the cat’s words.

“Nicholas, you jest.”

“If there’s a more suitable container for our Lord to descend into, it would be this sacred artifact you crafted, despite… its appearance being that of a cat.”

Hearing the name, Nice’s expression darkened.

It quickly looked at the girl and cursed.

“Damn! Eudoxia, did you sell me out? This wasn’t what we agreed on!”

However, the black-haired girl merely glanced at it without answering.

Nice grew more furious.

“Breach of contract! You’re breaking the contract!”

“Have you forgotten the dragons’ code of honor?!”

“Do you think the being you want to resurrect will approve of you now? Do you really think the Blood Demon Archduke can revive someone who has dispersed into nothingness?!”

“Don’t delude yourself! I guarantee, no God can do it! Not even the True Ancestor!”

The girl still did not respond.

However, her slightly clenched fist indicated her inner turmoil was not as calm as it seemed.

“Alright, time is short. Let’s proceed with the final ceremony.”

The Blood Demon Priest cast a silencing spell on Nice, then said calmly.

“Chait, begin the bloodletting. Laura is the backup container. Using her blood as a lead can increase the success rate of the God’s Descent ritual.”

Hearing the priest’s words, the human noble stepped forward and approached Laura.

However, just as he was about to act, the black-haired girl suddenly spoke.

“Wait…”

Both men turned their gazes to her.

The girl looked towards the temple entrance, her crimson pupils reflecting the endless darkness.

“My incarnation… self-destructed.”

“Somebody is coming.”