Tome of Blood

  Chapter 120-119-God Descends

  This scene happened so unexpectedly.

  As the high priest inserted the dagger into the heart, the altar of the entire temple seemed to come alive, and suddenly burst into crimson light.

  The corpses of the Gorefiend cultists on the ground were rapidly aging and weathered, and finally turned into fly ash, while those blood servants who were controlled screamed and exploded into blood mist...

  The ugly eyeball above the altar suddenly burst into deep darkness, and a trace of vicissitudes of life slowly rose from it.

  Looking at the surprised girl, the high priest struggled to pull out a smile:

   "Cough cough cough...Mysterious Majesty..."

   "You want to prevent the coming of our Lord... Unfortunately, you will fail."

   "From the moment you killed our compatriots... the ritual has begun."

   "My lord will remember you. No matter who you are, you will not be able to escape from my lord's gaze. Even if you destroy this ceremony, you will be branded by my lord!"

  The high priest looked fanatical.

  Although his face became paler and his breath became weaker, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

  He knew that the **** descending ceremony he had planned for many years might fail.

  The intervention of the strange **** in front of him will definitely not allow him to complete the ceremony.

   But so what?

  The ceremony has begun, and the gaze of the Gorefiend Grand Duke has been cast.

  Even if the ceremony fails, when he detects the breath of a revived god, the great **** will use his own power to forcefully help the believers complete the rest of the ceremony and realize the divine descent!

  The reason is simple, a revived **** means too many things...

  Perhaps for the vast majority of mortals and superhumans, gods mean stalwarts, gods mean authority, and gods mean the true masters of the world...

  But as a heretic, as a high priest of the Gorefiend Cult, as a vampire with a long lifespan, he knows more about the mysteries of the gods.

   When a **** is recovering, it is the weakest, and it is also the time when it has the weakest control over its own power.

  For crazy careerists, this is the best opportunity to kill the gods and seize their power.

  And for those myths that look down on the world, these revived ones are also a great tonic!

  No myth would refuse to take a shot at a newly revived god...

   Capture his divine power, absorb his authority, and gain his power!

  Especially, for the Gorefiend Grand Duke who wants to go one step further and achieve the position of true god!

   Obviously, the revived **** in front of him doesn't seem to have fully grasped his own power, and is probably still searching for his own memory.

  If he can tell the difference, he will know that, as a revived god, the last place he should not appear is before a mythical **** descending ceremony!

  Death is not the end for believers...

  The high priest knew that even if he forcibly performed the ritual at the cost of death, once he pleased the gods, he would surely receive rewards and be awakened again in the future!

   Crimson radiance bloomed on the altar, and the breath gathered above the altar became more terrifying.

  Feeling the palpitating breath, the high priest couldn't help laughing.

   Now, even if this evil **** took action to destroy the altar, it would be too late.

  However, when the high priest looked at the girl, he was suddenly taken aback.

  The evil girl in front of him didn't stop his actions.

   Not only that, but this mysterious **** took out a chair from nowhere and sat on it with his legs crossed.

  The Flame Spirit Sebastian stood respectfully behind her, holding a bottle of crystal milk jug in his hand, while the girl leaned against the back, gracefully holding a glass of crystal goblet filled with milk, and sipping it comfortably.

  Sitting there, she was not frightened at all by the increasingly terrifying atmosphere on the altar. On the contrary, she watched the blood pouring towards the altar with great interest, as if sitting in a theater and enjoying a play.

   "Watch me doing what?"

   "Go ahead, continue with the ceremony, I haven't seen what the god-falling ceremony of the Blood Demon Cult is like!"

  Charlotte sipped the milk lightly, and smiled faintly at the high priest who was looking at her.

  After hearing the girl's words, the high priest was completely stunned.

  For a moment, he was a little dazed. He didn't know if the revived **** in front of him lost his mind, or he had an illusion...

Why?

  Why didn't this evil **** stop him from performing the **** descending ceremony?

   Didn't he know that once he summoned the incarnation of the Gorefiend Grand Duke, all that awaited him was his fall?

   Or is it that he is so arrogant that he thinks that with his newly recovered strength, he can fight against the great Gorefiend Duke?

  The high priest was puzzled, and even suddenly felt uneasy and vigilant.

  He feels like he's missing something...

  However, he has no time to hesitate.

  Once the ritual begins, it cannot be stopped.

  In order to force the ritual, he sacrificed himself and all the believers.

  Feeling weaker and weaker power and increasingly blurred consciousness, he gritted his teeth and roared, and said the last prayer:

   "Wandering in the abyss and the master of the present world,"

   "Fall and Decay Incarnate,"

   "Savior of the offspring of blood..."

   "The Great Blood Demon Grand Duke—Abadon!"

   "Your humble servant, I offer you the power of darkness and despair!"

   "Darkness made the body,"

   "Despair condenses the holy soul!"

   "May your will walk on the earth...as in the Devil's Abyss!"

  As the high priest roared, the altar shone brightly.

  Brilliant beams of light shot up into the sky, and an ancient and vast stalwart atmosphere slowly gathered in the temple, as if some kind of terrifying and terrifying mysterious existence cast its sight.

coming!

  The gaze of our Lord has come!

  Feeling the terrifying power gathered in the temple, the high priest looked excited, and his pale face became a little rosy.

   Crimson mist erupted above the altar, engulfing everything in an instant.

  The high priest raised his head with difficulty, and looked over the altar through layers of fog, only to see a majestic and imaginary throne slowly condensing in the **** fog.

  On the throne, dazzling blood-colored brilliance converged, and gradually, a vaguely stalwart figure slowly appeared.

  However, when the figure gradually changed from illusion to clarity, the high priest was stunned.

   Magnificent long silver hair.

  Mysterious red gold eyes.

  The familiar black robe of the Gorefiend cultist...

   It was none other than Charlotte!

  I saw her sitting on an illusory chair, lazily crossing her legs, and holding an illusory goblet full of milk in her hand.

  She took a sip of milk, looked down at the astonished high priest, raised her glass and smiled:

   "Your Excellency, we meet again..."

   "Poof..."

  Looking at the evil **** who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the blood demon high priest couldn't help but sprayed a mouthful of blood, and his body gradually became limp.

  (end of this chapter)