Tome of Blood

   That is a crimson radiance that is different from the power of corruption.

  Profound, pure, mysterious, vast.

  The moment it erupted, everyone, including the blood demon priest who was performing the divine descent ceremony, felt a wave of vicissitudes, and the ancient will slowly descended.

A kind of oppression originating from the power of the bloodlines followed, and the blood demon priest felt that his existence seemed to be locked by some kind of indescribable terrifying existence in an instant. Controlled by something even more terrifying.

  It feels like my extraordinary power suddenly doesn't belong to me...

   "This... this power is...! No! It's impossible!"

  As if feeling something, the blood demon priest suddenly changed his expression, looking at the crimson light in horror.

  He wanted to turn around and run away, but he was horrified to find that the blood power in his body seemed to have suddenly rebelled, and he no longer obeyed his orders at all.

  His brain told his body to escape quickly, but the blood force stopped his body.

He wanted to activate the Devil's Eye imprint in his soul, and he wanted to seek help from the Gorefiend Grand Duke, but after sensing his own power, he was horrified to find that his connection with the Gorefiend Grand Duke was completely blocked .

  No, in other words, that is not a simple shield, but a blocking and cutting off from a higher level!

   At the same time, a kind of oppressive force flowed from the blood, as if the people saw the king, making his body tremble uncontrollably.

  While trembling, there is also an instinctive emotion of awe and obedience spreading from the depths of the soul...

  The expression of the blood demon priest became even more horrified.

  He felt that under the crimson light, he was rapidly losing control of his body.

  That is not only the control of the body in the sense of powerlessness, but also the control of the soul level.

  He could clearly feel that under the radiance, he was rapidly losing himself!

No…

   It's not simply losing yourself.

Seeing his body gradually becoming transparent under the crimson radiance, seeing the blood power that was constantly disintegrating like shattered photons in the illusion, and quickly attracted by the crimson radiance, a flash of understanding flashed in the terrified pupils of the blood priest .

   "This is... the power that devours..."

  He opened his mouth, wanting to say something else, but his whole body quietly disintegrated like a shattered cloud in an instant.

   At the same time, the crimson light became even more dazzling.

   "Ancestor! It is the power under the crown of the ancestor!"

  Feeling the boiling of blood power, Yurst suddenly widened his eyes.

  He looked at the black cat that looked more and more mysterious in the crimson light with some disbelief.

  It was obviously just a black cat, but in his field of vision, he seemed to have traveled through time and space, and saw a beautiful figure sitting high in the Temple of Blood.

  The beautiful figure seemed to respond, as if he glanced at him lightly, and smiled slightly.

  At that moment, Yurst only felt that his consciousness was in a trance for a while, and the whole spiritual world seemed to be sluggish.

   And when his will regained consciousness, most of the crimson light had disappeared, and the whole world had returned to normal.

  The figure of the blood demon priest has disappeared with the dissipation of the crimson light.

   And disappearing together, there is also his failed **** descending ceremony.

  As for the other side, the black dragon with terrifying aura and a corrupted state was imprisoned in the crimson cage of light.

  Although it is still struggling and roaring, it is helpless under the brilliance.

  All the vampires around bowed towards the center, including Yurst himself, and he himself didn't even realize when he knelt down.

  As for the target of their kneeling, it was the talking black cat.

   However, the temperament of the black cat at this moment is completely different.

  It has regained its freedom, and not only that, its amber pupils have changed from the previous color, turning into a magnificent crimson, completely different from the previous eyes.

  Yurst felt a certain connection between himself and the other party almost instantly, and the throbbing of blood power after seeing the other party.

  He took a deep breath and was about to salute the black cat, but someone moved faster.

   "Praise you, great master! May your crimson brilliance fill the world!"

  Sebas took a step forward, saluted proficiently, with a standard posture, respectful movements, awe-inspiring eyes, and a devout expression.

  That set of smooth and flowing movements doesn't look like a proud elf, but rather an experienced sycophant.

  Ulster:  …

   Phew! A servile fellow! Really pick the time!

   Cursed secretly, he also bowed, and bowed deeply to the black cat with the oldest, most standard, and most respected blood etiquette he knew:

   "Praise you, the source of blood, the king of eternal night, the master of darkness, the supreme ancestor..."

   "Your humble son Yurst, I pay you my highest respect..."

   After finishing speaking, Yurst bowed his head again and said respectfully:

   "Your Majesty the Great Ancestor, please forgive Yurst for his clumsy eyesight, I didn't recognize your identity just now..."

  However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Sebas beside him couldn't help but chuckle.

  Yurst frowned and looked, but saw that the elf who also had the power of the family was looking at him strangely, and said with a chuckle:

   "Your Excellency Yurst, you may have misunderstood. The master's posture is not what you imagined. The master is just descending from the gods."

   "Hey, the master's figure is elegant and beautiful. At the moment, he just bowed down and borrowed the body of this guy from Lower Nice."

  Sebas shook his head, almost showing the pride and sense of superiority that he had seen the True Ancestor of Blood with his own eyes.

  However, Ulster’s focus is not here, but another aspect:

etc…

  God...God descended?

  He froze for a moment, and couldn't help looking at the black cat with the deep breath again, and this time, he finally noticed the faint thorn and rose symbol on the black cat's forehead.

  This is... the holy emblem of the ancestor!

   Yurst was slightly taken aback, and his expression quickly fell into embarrassment.

   As a blood race, he certainly knows what the holy emblem on his forehead means, which means that the black cat in front of him is a pet marked by the ancestor!

  The ancestors are on top!

  He actually took the pet possessed by the ancestor as the original ancestor!

   "Sorry, Your Majesty the Ancestor, I mistook your identity..."

   Ulster said with a look of panic.

   "You don't know the relationship between Nice and me, excuse me."

  The black cat said gracefully.

   Its voice is no longer the hoarse and deep male voice before, but a clear and ethereal female voice, which is exactly the same as the voice Yurst heard when he was summoned.

  After hearing this familiar voice, Yurst was finally able to be 100% sure that the existence in front of him controlling the body of the black cat was indeed the returning ancestor.

but…

   Nice?

  The name of this black cat is Nice?

   Yurst's heart moved slightly.

etc…

   If he remembered correctly just now, the blood demon priest who was killed by the ancestor seems to have called it before his death... Your Excellency Nicholas?

etc!

   Nicholas? !

   As if thinking of something, Yurst's eyes widened, and he couldn't help looking at the black cat in front of him again, hesitating to speak.

  However, the focus of Charlotte who possessed Nice was no longer on him.

   Moving Nice's body, Charlotte was amazed.

  Because after being possessed, she clearly felt that she used Nice's body to mobilize the power of blood, and it turned out to be the same as her own body!

  She finally knew why the Gorefiend Priest planned to use the body of Nice as a container for summoning the Gorefiend Duke.

  Because this body really fits.

  Although it is the body of a cat, it has a super adaptability of divine power, and it is simply prepared for the container of the incarnation of the gods.

  Even she managed to make a long-distance divine drop without spending much energy.

   I don't know how Nice made it out, but... this is definitely not its previous body.

  After moving his body curiously for a while, Charlotte decided to wait until the matter was over before picking up Nice and pouring it over to see if he could pour it out to refine this miraculous body.

  Afterwards, she raised her head and looked at the black dragon who was still imprisoned by her blood power.

   "Great master, this black dragon has been corrupted by the power of the Gorefiend Grand Duke, how do you think it should be dealt with?"

  Sebas asked respectfully.

   Corrupted...

  Charlotte looked thoughtfully at the struggling black dragon in the cage.

  She stepped gracefully to the front of the cage, used the divine power of blood to perceive it for a moment, and then was surprised to find that the black dragon in front of her hadn't completely eroded her sanity.

  Although he fell into madness, although his body has almost transformed into the appearance of a corpse dragon, in the depths of his soul, the power of corruption and the original reason are still fighting, but at this moment the power of corruption has the upper hand.

   In other words, the black dragon can still be saved now, and Charlotte, who possesses the Holy Code of Blood, can indeed do it.

  But unlike killing the blood demon priest with the "swallow" ability given to her by the Holy Code of Blood just now, the black dragon is not a blood descendant, and her struggle with the power of corruption is also at the soul level.

  Although Charlotte can mobilize the power comparable to that of a god, she only knows how to use the power of the gods, but not why.

  Maybe she can destroy Chi Yang's soul with overwhelming power, but when it comes to saving... the technical difficulty is really too high.

  Even if Charlotte can do it, the consumption may not be small.

   Compared to saving the opponent, Charlotte has another simple and crude choice, which is to devour the opponent's blood power...

  The black dragon is a black dragon after all, and the power of the other party's bloodline will definitely greatly help her improve her strength.

   Not to mention letting her approach the Chi Yang directly, it can also cause earth-shaking changes in the power of her body, especially the power of the dragon veins contained in the dragon blood, which is likely to enhance her resistance to the sun.

   This point is still very important to Charlotte. She is not a real **** after all. Without using the divine power in the holy tome of blood, the sun can easily burn her body.

  This is very detrimental to her actions, especially now that she is the lord of the Northland, she will inevitably need to appear in the sun on weekdays.

   Is it to spend divine power to save the opponent and develop the opponent into a thug?

   Or, to devour the strength of the opponent and enhance the strength of your own body?

  Charlotte was lost in thought.

  The speed of thinking under the blessing of divine power is very fast, and Charlotte quickly thought of the answer.

   Indeed, devouring the other party's power can definitely enhance her body's strength, but it can never increase her body's strength to the level of Chi Yang.

   But if this black dragon can be subdued, although it will not be able to gain the benefit of improving its body strength in a short period of time, it can be exchanged for a blazing sun-level combat power.

   Not only that, but also a combat force that can be exposed to the public and even participate in power disputes.

   She even said that after subduing the black dragon, she could even get a long-term meal ticket.

  As long as the black dragon is kept healthy, she can always drink dragon blood.

  This is much stronger than the extraordinary blood of those sub-dragons that Sebastian provided.

   As long as the time is long enough, she can still increase her strength by absorbing the power of the dragon's blood, and she can still develop sustainably!

  Of course, this premise is that she can obtain the surrender of the black dragon, whether it is to serve her willingly, or sign a servant contract with her like Nice, in short, it is to completely surrender...

  Thinking of this, Charlotte stepped forward and came to the front of the black dragon:

   "I'm very interested in her, let's save her."

   After finishing speaking, Charlotte slowly ascended into the air with the help of the divine power of blood, and landed in front of the head of the black dragon.

   Then, she stretched out Nice's chubby claws, passed through the crimson cage of light, and placed it on top of the black dragon's head.

  In the consciousness, the Holy Tome of Blood is glorious.

   And Charlotte quickly communicated with the spiritual world of the black dragon.

  In Charlotte's field of vision, the surrounding world instantly shattered, replaced by a dilapidated mining area.

   "Is this... the Castel Silver Mine?"

   Looking at the scene around him, Charlotte was surprised.

   This is the spiritual world of the black dragon.

  The appearance of the spiritual world is often related to the owner's will, and is usually the most impressive scene in the owner's memory.

  Charlotte looked around, and soon found the main body of the black dragon's consciousness.

  In the spiritual world of the black dragon, its main body of consciousness or soul source is still a black dragon.

   It's just that the black dragon is already unconscious, and his whole body is being infested with black and red mud, and more than half of it has been infested.

  The black-red mud is the manifestation of the power of corruption.

   This is the power of Grand Duke Gorefiend, one of Miria's most tricky polluting powers.

  However, for Charlotte, who possesses the Holy Tome of Blood, she does not feel the slightest threat.

  She came to the "Black Dragon" and gently stretched out her hand. The black-red mud melted as quickly as snow that encountered fire, and turned into the purest blood power, which was swallowed by her.

   At the same time, large sections of memories, along with Charlotte's "purification", flooded into her consciousness...