Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

The relief on the mural is vivid.

Although it has been through layers of historical sediment, the face that closely resembles the Divine Lord's sculpture, along with the unmistakably apparent Holy Emblem, all reveal the identity of the young man within the relief.

Creator God—Haral!

Of course, merely seeing such a mural relief of the Divine Lord here would only puzzle the clergy of the Holy Royal Court. It wouldn't shock or terrify them, even if the Holy Emblem is slightly different from the Church's worshipped Ring Cross.

What truly enrages and terrifies them is that the Divine Lord within the relief… is actually worshipping another entity!

Divine Lord!

That is the Creator God!

The deity who created the Mireya World, the beginning and the end of everything!

He is one, He is all, He is the beginning and the end of all things, the absolute supreme!

How could such a grand myth ever submit to any other existence?!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Blasphemy!

This is stark naked blasphemy!

"Blasphemy! This is blasphemy against Our Lord! This is an evil mural disturbing our faith! It's the conspiracy of devils and the Evil God! We must destroy these filthy things that slander Our Lord!"

A young Great Priest shouted angrily.

However, alongside Charlotte into this space, a few elderly cardinals showed a hint of hesitation and suspicion on their faces.

The acting Great Judge Aaron also had a solemn expression. As he looked at the subversive relief, he fell into deep thought, seemingly recalling something.

Even Angus, the Great Commander of the Holy Hall Knight Order, who had been furious a moment ago, fell into a peculiar silence after brief anger.

Demon Hunting Cardinal Serena stepped forward.

She stretched out her hand, caressing the rough mural, and her gaze finally lingered on the mysterious woman seated high on the throne.

Her eyes focused on the throne surrounded by roses, she sighed and said:

"I recognize this throne."

"This should be the Blood Throne from the Bloodline legend, and the woman seated on this throne… is likely the legendary Bloodline Ancestor—Blood True Ancestor!"

"Impossible! This is blasphemy! As a sacred incarnation, as the Creator God of the whole world, how could Our Lord submit to an evil alien god?!"

The young priest exclaimed excitedly.

But Serena merely sighed.

Her gaze moved backward and fell upon that series of murals behind the most striking one.

It was a string of war murals.

You can see it depicts the war between humans and various strange entities that appear to be evil gods and evil creatures.

And at the forefront of the human side, leading humans to fight against the alien god, is the mysterious woman seated high on the throne.

Behind her, a group of beings enveloped in halos follow, each possessing a symbol of their own.

Only mythical beings would possess their own symbols…

Clearly, these beings are the myths following that mysterious woman, or more accurately, following the Blood True Ancestor!

And at the forefront of those myths, standing behind the Blood True Ancestor, is precisely the young man in the sculpture, the Creator God worshipped by the Holy Royal Court!

Silent.

Deathly silent.

When the clergy's gazes turned to those war murals, everyone seemed to be frozen, falling into a lifeless stillness.

In this world, the person who knows you best is often your enemy.

Likewise, what the priests of the Holy Royal Court know best is also the greatest enemy of the Holy Royal Court.

Since the establishment of the Holy Royal Court, the one set against it as the enemy, and has fought with it for over a millennium, is… and only one.

That is the Bloodline.

The clergy present are all high-tier clergy.

And all high-tier clergy are well-versed in the Bloodline.

Perhaps they are unfamiliar with the Blood True Ancestor who disappeared long before the Royal Court was founded, perhaps they do not know the Bloodline of Royal Authority hidden or erased by the Bloodline during the Blood Moon Era, but they are well aware of the other major clans among the Bloodline.

The Church's internal documents regarding the Bloodline can fill a library, especially concerning the surviving five great clans of the Bloodline.

Almost all high-tier clergy are familiar with the emblems of the five great clans of the Bloodline, and have even conducted in-depth research into the historical betrayal of the Blood True Ancestor by the various clans of the Bloodline.

This is why, when they clearly identified those symbols in the mural, they quickly recognized them as the emblems of the various great clans of the Bloodline!

Those existences standing alongside the "Creator God," those who "followed" the Blood True Ancestor alongside the "Creator God," were precisely the Princes of the various great clans from Bloodline legends!

Of course, what alarmed the clergy was not seeing the mural about Bloodline mythology inside this seemingly identical Divine Hall as the Holy Palace.

What truly terrified them was the appearance of the Creator God within this mural, and the placement of the Creator God within the mural.

All mythological murals have their inherent meanings.

Mythology is the ruler of the Mireya Continent; when it comes to mythology, no matter good or evil, all murals are as careful and prepared as possible, fearing to offend the deity…

This is why murals buried in history tend to be even more real and accurate than the scriptures passed down.

So the question comes.

A mural about Bloodline myth appeared within the Creator God's Divine Hall.

The Creator God themselves also appeared in the Bloodline myth's mural.

Their suspected acceptance of the First Embrace from the Blood True Ancestor, their submission to the Blood True Ancestor, and their joint campaign with the other major clans following the Blood True Ancestor.

Then... what is His identity?

Looking across the history of the Bloodline, during the transitions of the two great eras, those vague records and the many myths that were clearly deliberately hidden or even destroyed at the founding of the Holy Royal Court, the answer... has already become evident.

"No... impossible! This is impossible!"

The young priest's voice trembled, and he fell to the ground in despair.

However, the expressions of the elderly cardinals who followed the investigation team here were somewhat complex.

"Could it be... was the rumor from years ago true? Could it be... the descriptions in that blasphemous poem were real? Could it be... that my Holy Royal Court was once a branch of the Bloodline..."

A cardinal priest murmured, his face pale.

Silence...

A moment later, another cardinal priest looked at the Main God Statue at the front of the Divine Hall, his expression growing more complicated:

"The church... has never recorded any information from the founding of the faith..."

Even more silence...

The clergy were in despair, staring blankly at the exquisite reliefs on the murals, as if all their strength had suddenly been drained.

Obviously, their worldview established since the inception of their faith was shaken today.

"Calm down! Everyone! We still cannot determine where this place is! We came to track the apostate; all of this might be a conspiracy by the apostate to shake our faith!"

The Great Commander of the Holy Hall Knight Order, Angus, shouted.

"But... but..."

Some priests looked at the Great Commander, glancing at the faint Holy Light still emanating from him, hesitant to speak.

Angus also noticed their gaze, he looked down at himself, fell silent for a moment, then regained his composure:

"But what? But did the divine statue respond to me here?"

"Don't forget! The apostate holds Mirick's Shrine! Mirick's Shrine can not only open space but also create an Illusion Realm within it! There's no way two Holy Palaces could exist in this world, this must be an illusion created by the apostate!"

Upon saying this, Great Commander Angus looked at Charlotte:

"Saintess, please say something! Strengthen everyone's faith, we must not let the apostate's plot succeed!"

However, as he finished speaking, he was stunned.

He saw that unbeknownst to him, Charlotte had already walked to the front of the Main God Statue.

Her gaze fixed on the tall divine statue, with an indescribable complex emotion.

Though her figure looked much smaller than the statue, when she stood next to it, she gave off a subtle impression of being larger than the statue.

"So, it turns out that you... left me such a gift..."

He heard the Saintess murmuring.

"Saintess?"

Angus called out once again.

But Charlotte seemed drawn by something and did not respond.

Angus looked towards the Demon Hunting Cardinal Serena, who was also deep in thought, seemingly contemplating something.

He looked at several cardinal priests, who all had complex expressions and avoided eye contact.

Angus's expression changed.

Though he did not want to admit it, even he had to acknowledge that after witnessing the Holy Oath just now and the contents of the murals, nearly all the high-tier clergy present were wavering.

Clenching his teeth, Angus's expression became serious, and he shouted with a stern voice:

"Holy Hall Knight Order, hear my command! Destroy all these blasphemous and evil reliefs and murals that desecrate our Lord!"

The Holy Hall knights exchanged looks, their expressions filled with hesitation.

"What is it? Do you really believe the lies concocted by these apostates? This is all a conspiracy by the apostates! It's the plot of those traitors who betrayed the Creator God, who betrayed the myths of creation!"

Angus roared.

"Haha, traitors who betrayed the myths of creation? How ridiculous! Angus, you pathetic and ignorant fellow, you're truly just a loyal dog of that stealer Haral!"

A majestic, ancient voice echoed through the Divine Hall, accompanied by the tap-tap sound of a scepter on the ground. Gregory XII emerged from the shadows of the Divine Hall.

Dressed in splendid attire, adorned with the Holy Crown, his Divine Robe embroidered with a golden sun emblem.

"Gregory!"

Great Commander Angus's expression turned severe, his eyes filled with anger.

Demon Hunting Cardinal Serena and the other cardinal priests quickly regained their composure, watching the appearing "Fallen" leader with caution.

But Gregory XII did not look at them.

His gaze remained fixed before the tall statue, on the girl standing before it.

He bowed slightly, performing an ancient ritual with great respect towards the girl, smiling:

"Saintess, we... meet again."

After a pause, his smile faded, his expression turned solemn, but his bowed posture maintained the reverence of a lower position towards an upper one:

"No..."

"Perhaps, I should address you as the Dark Night God, or perhaps... the Blood True Ancestor!"

"Would you say that I'm right? The Origin of the Bloodline, Monarch of the Eternal Night, the returning Immortal, Master and True Ancestor of the Blood Moon, the 'great'... Savior?"

Dark Night God... Blood True Ancestor?!

The clergy widened their eyes, their expressions filled with shock.

Suddenly, everyone's gaze was focused on the girl standing before the statue.