Tome of Blood

  Chapter 2-2-Blood Sacrifice Ceremony

pain.

   Severe pain!

  When Charlotte woke up again, she found that she was hung on a metal cross, and four huge iron nails penetrated her left and right palms and two crossed soles respectively.

   The gurgling blood flowed down the cross like a stream, and poured into the grooves already carved on the ground.

Charlotte reluctantly looked at it, and could probably see a circular pattern centered on a cross in the dim crimson moonlight of the skylight. It was extremely complicated, like a magic circle in a novel, surrounded by kneeling maids and waiters Pretend to be a living corpse.

  The Countess of Castel stood at the forefront, exuding a terrifying aura.

  She was facing herself, holding a blood-red torn page in her hand, as if torn from some ancient book.

   Seeing Charlotte waking up, the countess smiled slightly, showing two sharp teeth:

   "Yo, my baby, you're awake."

  Charlotte's heart sank.

  Hanging on a cross is not a good situation.

  Combined with the unscrupulous magic circle beneath him, and the living corpses around him who were obviously doing some kind of prayer, Charlotte, who was familiar with web texts, had roughly guessed that he was probably being used as a sacrifice by the other party.

  This world...is not an ordinary different world at all!

  Brain was running fast, Charlotte sniffled her nose, and crystal tears instantly fell down like silver beads, leaving two curved tear marks on the pink and lovely face.

   "Woooooh...Grandmother..."

  She whispered, and looked at the Countess of Castel with a weak, pitiful and helpless cute eyes.

   Seeing that pitiful and unbearable appearance, even the Countess of Castel, who had turned into a monster, was slightly taken aback, and the terrifying aura on her body stagnated faintly.

  But soon, her gaze became deep again.

  The scarlet eyes flickered slightly, and the greedy gaze slowly slid across Charlotte's body:

   "What a charming little elf, it's a pity that he can't be accepted as a charming blood servant."

   As she spoke, she opened her ferocious mouth and taunted like a hunter teasing her prey:

   "Poor little thing, now... stop pretending."

   "Little Charlotte died of illness a long time ago. You are just the holy spirit of the holy royal court that I summoned to complete the last blood sacrifice ceremony."

   "Hehe... My Lord must be very satisfied with the sacrifice of the true spirit of the saints!"

  The secret of time travel was exposed, and Charlotte only felt a tightness in her heart.

   But following that, there is still a trace of doubt.

  The true spirit of the saints of the holy royal court?

   What the **** is that?

   Seems to have thought of something, and Charlotte's heart moved slightly.

  She stopped crying quickly, and said quickly:

   "Grandmother, no, Countess of Castel, I think... there may be some misunderstanding between us..."

  However, the old woman lost interest in continuing the chat and shook her head mockingly:

   "Misunderstanding? Hey, pointless struggle."

   After finishing speaking, she took out a dirty cross from her bosom and pointed it at the girl hanging in the air.

  The old and crazy voice trembled slightly, with a ferocious and fanatical expression:

   "Come on! Holy Spirit! Let me admire your divine light and painful twisted expression that are about to fall!"

  A deep light blooms on the cross, carrying an aura of chaos and evil.

  In the cruel and tyrannical eyes of the Countess of Castel, a dirty light shone on Charlotte.

   "Howl! Scream! Feel...the pain and despair that belong to the darkness!"

not good!

  Seeing the evil halo that made people feel sick just by looking at it, Charlotte's heart tightened.

  She was startled and angry, unable to avoid it, she could only turn her head sideways, close her eyes and clenched her teeth.

  The evil and chaotic radiance envelops the girl like sludge thrown into this world.

   However, the imagined pain did not come.

  Besides feeling a bit cold, and there seemed to be countless crazy and low-pitched ravings whispering beside her ears, Charlotte didn't feel any discomfort in her body.

Um?

  She tentatively opened her eyes.

  The countess was still fanatically holding up the dirty cross, her expression extremely hideous.

  The light and darkness of the cross flickered, and the coercion was overwhelming, enveloping everything.

  The basement is deep and cold, like falling into an abyss.

   But other than that...

   Nothing happened.

  Charlotte looked a little dazed.

  Although she didn't speak, she was a little confused and puzzled, and seemed to be mixed with joy and anxiety, as if she was saying:

That's it?

  The old woman was also stunned.

  Her brows were slightly frowned, and she looked carefully at the dirty cross in her hand over and over again, as if trying to find out what was wrong.

  After looking at it for a while, she frowned and raised the cross again, then stirred up her magic power again, and chanted with a crazier voice:

   "Scream! Beg for mercy! Cry in despair in the fallen light!"

  The deep light bloomed again, covering Charlotte's body, which was more evil and chaotic than the breath just now.

   But this time.

   Still nothing happened...

  Charlotte: …

   Countess: …

  The two eyes met.

  The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

  The old woman's expression was instantly ferocious, and the terrifying magic power erupted like a volcano:

   "Why! Why is there no divine light on your body?! Why are you not corrupted by the corrupted light?!"

   The tsunami-like coercion continued to rise and fall, accompanied by crazy roars, bringing unprecedented pressure to the girl.

  However, Charlotte quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

  Combined with what the old hag said before, she has roughly guessed the reason.

  The girl regained her composure, and her voice gained a bit of confidence:

   "Countess of Castel, I think... There is really a misunderstanding between us."

   "Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"

  The old woman's eyes were scarlet, and her expression was as dangerous as a raging beast.

  Charlotte considered the language and said:

   "You, should you be holding some special ceremony? And this ceremony is also related to the saints of the holy royal court?"

   "What I want to say is that I am not actually a saint of the holy royal court."

   "That... you seem to have pulled the wrong person."

  The Countess of Castel was silent.

  The next second, Charlotte only felt a powerful mental force descending on her.

   After a while, the mental power dissipated, and the Countess' expression became extremely ugly:

   "No holy seal..."

   "It's really not a saint of the holy royal court!"

   "How is it possible? How is this possible!"

   "Since you are not a believer in the Holy King's Court, why were you summoned by the Holy Spirit Summoning Ceremony?"

How would I know?

  I just worked overtime all night and fell asleep in a daze. Who knew I would wake up in this ghost place!

   What the **** even changed the gender!

  Charlotte complained in her heart.

  Her complexion remained unchanged, and she shook her head:

"I do not know either."

   "When I wake up, I'm already like this."

   As she spoke, she considered her language, showed a friendly smile, and continued:

   "The Countess of Castle."

   "As you can see, I am not the holy spirit you need, and it seems meaningless for you to sacrifice me."

   "Maybe, we can talk about..."

   "Talk about it? Do you feel qualified?"

  The Countess of Castel's red eyes flickered with a sneer on her face.

  Her killing intent was so strong, as if she completely attributed the failure of the summoning to Charlotte.

  Charlotte has no doubt that if she can't give a suitable reason, the old witch in front of her will definitely kill her without hesitation in the next second.

  Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Charlotte pretended to be calm, and continued to laugh:

   "That's not necessarily the case. Compared with the doomed sacrifice, I feel that I am alive and bring you more benefits."

   "Summoning me here may be another unexpected joy for you."

  A man can bend and stretch.

   Now in the midst of a life-and-death crisis, facing another crazy old woman who is obviously mentally unstable, Charlotte doesn't feel any pressure.

  Put face and self-esteem aside for now.

   Let's find a way to survive first!

   "Oh? So... you still have some abilities that I don't know about?"

  The Countess of Castel raised her eyebrows slightly.

   This time, she looked at the girl carefully, and seemed to be a little interested:

   "Tell me, what do you know?"

  Charlotte smiled slightly and continued:

   "For example... I know how to cook a lot of food, all of which are delicacies that you have never seen before."

   After speaking, she saw Countess Castel's eyes move slightly.

  This is also expected, from the broken memories Charlotte inherited, the Countess of Castel is indeed a gourmet.

only…

   "If it's just delicious food, it's not enough to buy your life, my little Charlotte."

  The countess shook her head slightly.

   "I will still be in business. Now that the Castel family's property, I am confident that it will expand several times within ten years..."

  Charlotte pondered for a few seconds, and continued to increase the size.

  The Countess of Castel seemed to be moved in thought.

   But in the end, her eyes on the girl remained unchanged, and the meaning of exploration was deeper.

  Charlotte gritted her teeth:

   "I still know a lot of knowledge, which is not available in this world, and each of them may bring changes to this era!"

"I…"

"and many more!"

  Hearing this, the Countess of Castel suddenly interrupted her.

   She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked:

   "You just said... you know a lot of knowledge that is not available in this world?"

  Charlotte hesitated:

"Yes."

   "You... come from another world?"

  Charlotte subconsciously wanted to deny it.

  But feeling her locked breath, she hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly:

"Yes."

  Anyway, the secret of changing body has been known.

   Adding one from another world seems to be nothing.

  The Countess of Castel was silent again.

   Gradually, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, turning into a satisfied smile, and that smile continued to bloom, becoming more willful, and finally turned into an excited laugh:

   "Hehe...hehe...hahaha..."

   "Hahahahaha!"

"good, very good, excellent!"

   Seeing the other party so happy, although Charlotte felt a little strange and uneasy, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  Buried her fear, aggrievedness and anger deep in her heart, she suppressed her anxiety and nervousness, tried to look relaxed, and said with a smile:

   "You seem satisfied."

   "So...can you put me down first?"

   As she spoke, she twisted her body, which was so painful that she was almost unconscious, and sighed pretending not to care:

   "Honestly, it's hard to hang here, I feel like I'm bleeding dry..."

   "Poof..."

  A dull pain suddenly came from the abdomen, and Charlotte only felt a strong sense of vomiting, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken internal organs.

  She lowered her head slowly with an incredible expression.

  Below her body, a fist-thick, terrifying black tentacle penetrated her stomach, and was twitching crazily inside.

   On the other side of the tentacles was the Countess of Castel, who had lost her smile and was expressionless.

   "For...why..."

  Feeling the rapidly dissipating vitality, Charlotte's eyes widened, a little unwilling and a little confused.

  The old woman sneered:

   "Why? Of course, according to the ritual, the sacrifice continued."

   As she spoke, her expression became ferocious and greedy, bloodthirsty and fanatical:

   "Hehe, surprise, you are right, you are really my surprise!"

   "Souls from other worlds, this is an existence that is a hundred times more precious than the true spirits of saints!"

   "What are the holy saints?"

   "As long as the blood is sacrificed to you, I will surely welcome the Lord's gift and receive unprecedented divine grace!"

Grass!

Like this?

  Charlotte cursed secretly.

  She raised her head with difficulty, and pulled out a smile at the old woman with the last bit of strength:

   "Well...you're paralyzed."

   Countess of Castel frowned.

  Although she didn't understand the other party's awkward vocabulary, she instinctively felt that it shouldn't be a good word.

   Looking at the more rounded red moon outside the skylight, she grinned cruelly:

   "The auspicious time has come."

   "My surprise... Enjoy the last crimson moonlight!"

   After speaking, she put down the dark cross and held up the blood-red broken page, her body glowing brightly.

  Charlotte only felt that she was locked by a strange force that was hard to describe in words, and she lost control of her body in an instant.

  The blood in the body is gradually boiling, and the hideous wound on the abdomen seems to be burning continuously, which is the sign of the beginning of the sacrificial ceremony...

have to.

   Just two days after crossing, I am going to kneel. I am afraid that there is no more miserable time traveler than myself.

  Charlotte sighed inwardly.

  I knew it would be like this... After time travel, she shouldn't be so reserved, she should study her new body first.

  Thinking so wildly, time seemed to slow down like never before.

   At the same time, the cadenced prayers of the Countess of Castel and the living corpses slowly entered Charlotte's ears:

   "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!"

   "You humble servant, I beg your favor..."

   "I would like to present the most precious blood of the Castel family and the soul from another world, and pray that you will grant eternal youth and vitality to the humble servant..."

Um…

  This prayer...

   Seems...somewhat familiar...

   Just as Charlotte's consciousness gradually blurred, her vision suddenly brightened.

  In the scarlet light, a series of simple and strange words slowly appeared in front of her eyes:

  【"The Holy Code of Blood" has detected a divine ritual in transit—]

  【Skill Name: Bloodline Sacrifice Ceremony】

  【Sacrifice: Charlotte de Castel】

  【Sacrificer: Elena de Castel】

  【Recipient: Blood Demon Grand Duke Abaddon】

  【Effect of the operation: Using the sacrifice of one's own blood as a guide, the sacrificer gets the power of his blood and life, and the receiver gets his soul and memory. 】

  【Interception probability judgment: 100%】

  【Do you want to intercept? 】

  Charlotte: …

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  (end of this chapter)