Tome of Blood

This scene happened so unexpectedly.

As the high priest inserted the dagger into the heart, the altars 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 smile:

"Cough, cough, cough... Mysterious Your Majesty the Crown..."

"You want to prevent the coming of my lord... Unfortunately, you will fail."

"From the moment you killed our people... 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 wild.

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

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

The intervention of this strange god 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 god will use his own power to forcefully help the believers to complete the remaining rituals and realize the divine descent!

The reason is simple, a revived god 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 Sect, and as a vampire with a long lifespan, he knows more about the mysteries of the gods.

When a god 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 attack a newly revived god...

Take 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 god in front of him doesn't seem to have fully grasped his own power, and is probably still looking for his own memory.

If he could tell the difference between the important and the important, he would know that, as a revived god, the last place he should appear was before a mythical god 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 aura gathered above the altar became more and more terrifying.

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

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

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

The evil girl in front of him did not stop his actions.

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

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, sipping it comfortably.

Sitting there, she was not at all frightened 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?"

"Continue, continue with the ceremony, I haven't seen what the God's Descending 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, wondering if the revived god in front of him lost his mind, or he had an illusion...

Why?

Why didn't this evil god stop him from performing the god descending ritual?

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

Or is he 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 a little uneasy and vigilant.

He felt like he was missing something...

However, he had no time to hesitate.

Once the ritual begins, it cannot be stopped.

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

Feeling the weakening power and increasingly blurred consciousness, he gritted his teeth and let out a roar, saying the last prayer:

"The master who wanders in the abyss and the present world,"

"The embodiment of corruption and decay,"

"Savior of the descendants of blood..."

"The great Gorefiend Grand Duke - Abaddon!"

"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 ground... as in the Devil's Abyss!"

With the roar of the high priest, the altar shone brightly.

A bright beam of light shot up into the sky, and an ancient and vast aura slowly gathered in the temple, as if some kind of terrifying and 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, looked over the altar through layers of fog, and saw a majestic and imaginary throne slowly gathering in the bloody fog.

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

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

Magnificent silver long 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 filled with milk in her hand. Her figure was exactly the same as that of the theater at the entrance of the temple.

She took a sip of milk, condescendingly looked down at the astonished high priest, raised her glass and said with a smile:

"Your Excellency, we meet again..."

"puff……"

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