Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

Gregory spoke with shocking words.

In an instant, everyone's eyes focused on Charlotte.

"Blood... Blood True Ancestor? The Saintess is the Blood True Ancestor?!"

"Is... is he telling the truth?!"

"No... impossible, right?"

"Yes, the Saintess's Holy Power is so strong... how could the Bloodline have Holy Power?"

"But... last year, the Judgement Court did capture similar intelligence..."

"Could it be... could it be..."

"..."

The clergy were doubtful and soon fell into commotion.

There was no way around it; Gregory XII's words were simply too explosive.

Of course, if it were just explosive words, perhaps the clergy wouldn't have been so doubtful.

What truly caused their commotion was that the Holy Royal Court indeed had similar "investigations" before, and almost all the high-ranking clergy of the Church Authority Country knew that the initial invitation to Charlotte was intended to fully investigate her identity, as the Great Priest and the Judgement Court suspected her back then.

Of course, the intelligence obtained by the Judgement Court at the time was not as terrifying as what Gregory XII stated now.

The "intelligence" at the time suggested that Charlotte might be an ancient demigod of the Bloodline resurgence, the Divine Favored of the Dark Night God!

"Silence! Gregory XII has fallen! This is an Illusion Realm he created using Mirick's Shrine! Do not be deceived by him!"

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

After speaking, he glanced at Charlotte and continued:

"The Saintess's Holy Power is unparalleled in the world! The Saintess is graced with the Divine Grace of our Lord! The Saintess is undoubtedly the Saintess of our Holy Royal Court!"

"The so-called intelligence from Gregory is nothing but the Blood Demon Church's deceit! Everyone must not fall for their divisive schemes!"

The Holy Light swept across, and the clergy soon regained their composure, though their gaze towards Charlotte became complex and subtle.

"Heh, self-deceiving fools, but... it doesn't matter. After all, you will all stay here today."

Gregory XII chuckled softly.

As he spoke, he slammed his scepter onto the ground, and a wave of obscure energy spread out from him as the center.

Illusive elven inscriptions lit up around the palace, and soon, a complex and vast formation appeared in the Divine Hall, encompassing everyone.

Silver-blue light flickered, resembling bright moonlight, illuminating the clergy.

Enveloped by the "moonlight," all the clergy were horrified to find that their Holy Power began to slow down rapidly, as if laden with lead, unable to be mobilized at all.

"Moon Seal! It's the Elf Clan's solidified Taboo Magic, the Moon Seal! The legendary spell that can even seal deities, the Moon Seal!"

An old cardinal, knowledgeable of things, exclaimed in horror.

The ground began to tremble.

Following that, accompanied by crazed howls, hideous and terrifying monsters poured in from all directions of the Divine Hall.

They emanated an evil aura, each with a different form, but all shared a pair of frenzied and violent blood-red eyes.

"Blood Demons! It's the out-of-control Blood Demons! So many out-of-control Blood Demons!"

A priest exclaimed.

Demon Hunting Cardinal Serena's expression became unprecedentedly grave.

Her gaze fell on the tattered Divine Robes on those monsters, sensing the evil and chaotic divine power emanating from them, she said with uncertainty:

"No..."

"They are not Blood Demons... they are those 'missing' rebel priests! They... have been polluted by some fallen divine power into Fallen Divine Deceit Demons!"

Upon saying this, Serena also looked at Gregory XII with a hint of solemnity:

"He... turned those apostates who follow him into evil monsters!"

Gregory XII looked surprised.

He squinted at Serena and laughed, saying:

"As expected of the Demon Hunting Institute's chief, your knowledge in the domain of the strange is indeed extraordinary."

"However... there is one point you got wrong."

"They are not polluted monsters; they... are the chosen ones by my Lord, they... are Saints who have sacrificed for my Lord's great cause!"

As he said this, Gregory XII's expression turned fanatical, and he once again slammed his scepter onto the ground, then pointed at Charlotte and the others, shouting sharply:

"Leave no one alive, kill them!"

"Roar—!"

The monsters let out a roar and then charged towards the clergy.

Seeing the monsters as they came like a tidal wave, the expressions of the Great Commander Angus and others changed:

"Engage! Deploy the Magic Energy Formation!"

"Protect the Saintess!"

"..."

The battle... erupted in an instant.

But as soon as they engaged, the clergy were horrified:

"In... ineffective! The Holy Power is ineffective against them!"

"Steady the formation! We must steady the formation!"

The chaotic battle began.

Faced with monsters that knew no pain and had lost their sanity, the clergy members suppressed by the solidified forbidden magic quickly found themselves on the losing side.

Although the Holy Hall Knights barely maintained their formation with their strict discipline and powerful magic energy formation, anyone could see that it was only a matter of time before they were drowned by the tide of monsters.

Gregory XII squinted his eyes at the "battlefield" engulfed in chaos.

Then, he chuckled lightly and raised the scepter in his hand once more.

"Ata... Carteruna!"

The ancient incantation resonated with a cadence, as he chanted it out, and a dazzling holy light erupted from the tip of his scepter.

Soon afterward, a ring on his finger suddenly lit up and, under the accumulation of the holy light, became even more radiant and dazzling.

Terror began to gather above the divine hall...

Thundering lightning appeared at the dome of the divine hall, and the void was instantly torn apart.

In quick succession, a blazing "meteor" emerged from the rift in the void, hurtling down at the clergy!

"Ember Fire Meteor! You... are insane!"

Great Commander Angus's eyes widened with fury.

Forbidden magic—the Ember Fire Meteor.

Legendary forbidden curse magic that once destroyed the elves' homeland, the West Continent.

Of course, a forbidden curse cast by a deity is not the same in power as when cast by a mortal.

Yet, even so, it is still a forbidden curse powerful enough to obliterate a small city!

And now, under the support of the divine artifact "Holy Hand" worn by Gregory XII, the power of this forbidden curse has ascended almost to another level.

Though the coverage area was controlled within the divine hall, its destructive power nearly doubled. Just when the "meteor" appeared, the entire towering divine hall collapsed magnificently under the magical fluctuations of the forbidden curse!

The burning meteor arrived in an instant, crashing into the crowd.

With a deafening roar, the entire world began to tremble, and the violent magical wind raged, shredding the remaining "monsters" into pieces, with Gregory XII standing firmly in place, protected by a circle of semi-transparent legendary shield.

Yet, even his magic shield developed cracks under the aftershocks of the magical storm, and at the moment when the magical storm subsided, it suddenly shattered.

The divine hall... had vanished.

Only the roaring flames, along with the rolling thick smoke and the dust obscuring the heavens.

Gregory stood still.

He calmly gazed at the burning flames, and after a moment, his mouth gradually curved upwards:

"So it seems... Blood True Ancestor is no more than this."

"Hehehe, just a mere deity not fully restored in power, dared to obstruct my master's grand endeavor!"

But soon, he halted.

As the dust settled, the flames extinguished, the clergy appeared unscathed before him, still bearing a bewildered expression.

There were no traces of the meteor on the ground, as if the ember fire meteor had only been an illusion; only the collapsed divine hall around them could testify to the great power that had indeed struck here.

In front of the crowd, a tall and graceful figure stood there, playing with a continually burning flame in her hand.

No, that was not flame.

It was a "meteor" compressed into a size akin to a mud ball.

The graceful figure gently toyed with the "meteor," and then... slowly opened her eyes.

They were eyes like an abyss.

The golden-red pupils seemed to ignite with flame, carrying an unimaginable magical power that seemingly wanted to absorb all existence that met their gaze.

Her flowing silver hair danced in the wind, her peerless beauty carrying a transcendental and unmatched aura, faintly resembling Charlotte by eight or nine points.

That was Charlotte in the "True Ancestor Liberation" state.

Her original Saintess robe had disappeared, replaced by a splendid black divine dress, where thorns and roses constantly intertwined, depicting ancient and mysterious patterns.

Crimson and platinum hue circled around her, making her appear both mysterious and sacred.

The clergy were quickly drawn to Charlotte.

Seeing the appearance almost identical to that on the divine hall's murals, they widened their eyes, seemingly plunged into unprecedented shock.

"Saint Saint Saint... True True True..."

The elderly cardinal stuttered with an exquisite expression, gazing at Charlotte with dazed eyes.

Great Commander Angus too displayed a complex expression, gripping and releasing the Holy Sword in his hand.

As for Gregory XII, he stood frozen in place, looking at Charlotte with his gaze finally carrying dread and panic:

"Blood... Blood True Ancestor!"

Charlotte glanced at the "fireball" in her hand, then at the retreating Gregory XII.

She chuckled softly, her slightly mature and melodious voice resembling a whisper from hell:

"This fireball is rather interesting; it's just lacking force... Let me return it to you."

With those words, she gently tossed the "fireball" in her hand towards Gregory XII.

The "fireball" left her hand, instantly expanding.

Watching the now expanding "meteor" hurtling toward him, Gregory XII looked horrified, quickly raised his magic wand to deploy layer upon layer of magic shield, and swiftly retreated.

But in the next second, he was struck with a deafening roar in a scene akin to a nuclear explosion.