Tome of Blood

Goldfinger may be late, but he will never be absent.

When she saw the dialog box that looked like a novel system in her field of vision, Charlotte knew that she was saved.

I... was able to intercept this old hag's sacrifice?

Intercept!

Must be intercepted!

Charlotte, who was getting more and more tired, had no extra energy to think more. She knew very well that she couldn't hold on for too long now, and the breath of death was approaching.

Charlotte made a choice almost without hesitation.

【mistake……】

[Interception...failure...]

[Detected...the lack of holy scripture information...]

[Self-repair begins...]

[Repair completed...]

【Lord of the great scriptures】

【Please redraft your unique symbol】

Charlotte: ...

The text continued to change, but the ceremony did not stop.

Charlotte felt as if she was connected to something in the dark.

An illusory parchment appeared in her vision, with various patterns constantly changing on it as she wished.

凎!

Why is it so troublesome!

Charlotte, whose consciousness is getting more and more vague, is going crazy.

She knew that if she didn't stop the sacrificial ceremony, she would die.

Biting the tip of her tongue, she concentrated the last bit of energy, and casually reflected the thorns and roses pattern on the top of the bed that came into view after getting up every morning.

【Symbol drafted】

【Interception start】

In a trance, Charlotte only felt a mysterious force suddenly acting on her body.

Amidst the rhythmic prayers, her consciousness became clear again, but a miraculous change occurred in her vision.

Charlotte "sees" the surrounding situation again.

However... it is no longer from the perspective of "Charlotte", but a bird's-eye view like an observer.

She seemed to have come to a majestic illusory castle, sitting high on the Blood Throne, with a simple bloody book floating in front of her.

Under the throne, the basement has a panoramic view.

The bloody magic circle, the cold cross, the hanging girl, the crazy old woman who prayed fervently...

Everything seemed to be crawling under her feet.

The countess in the magic circle kowtowed continuously, facing Charlotte's eyes.

That feeling... It's like worshiping Charlotte herself.

A wonderful feeling of condescending and looking down on the ants appeared in the girl's heart, making her feel that she is the master of everything...

A new dialog box slowly emerged——

[Successfully Intercepted the Bloodline Sacrifice Ceremony]

[The receiver of the ceremony is changed to: Charlotte de Castel]

[Do you want to terminate or modify the procedure? 】

Looking at the new text, the girl's eyes widened.

Thinking back to the ferocious smile of the old hag just now, the aggrieved anger churned in her heart again.

Without hesitation, Charlotte shouted in consciousness:

"Modify! I want to modify!"

"The sacrifice and the sacrificer are exchanged!"

"The sacrifice is her, and the sacrifice is me!"

Want to sacrifice my soul with blood?

His uncle!

Then let's see who sacrificed whom!

...

The Countess of Castel was very excited.

ten years...

She has been preparing for this day for ten years!

As long as she completes this blood sacrifice ceremony, she will be able to successfully obtain the talented blood of the Castel family, bid farewell to old age, and regain her youth!

Not only that, as long as she successfully sacrifices this alien soul, she is more likely to get a gift from the gods!

That is the legendary grace!

The divine grace that mortals dream of!

Once obtained, she will have incredible power and become the legendary apostle of God!

Thinking of the bright future, the Countess of Castel became more and more excited.

"Great Duke Gorefiend! Please cast your gaze!"

She held up the bloody torn page and called out fervently.

The magic circle was full of light, and the blood-like moonlight poured down, forming a crimson mist.

An ancient and vast stalwart atmosphere slowly gathered in the basement, as if some kind of terrifying and mysterious existence traveled through countless time and space, and cast its gaze at this moment.

coming!

The gaze of the gods is coming!

The countess breathed heavily.

She raised her head with difficulty, and looked through the layers of fog, her eyes were unprecedentedly frantic and apprehensive.

In the bloody mist, a simple and majestic illusory throne gradually transformed.

On the throne, the scarlet radiance gathers, and it seems that the existence of an ancient stalwart is slowly descending...

my lord!

It is my lord!

The eyes of the Lord are upon me!

The Countess' eyes widened, she held her breath, her face flushed, her whole body trembled, her eyes were full of anticipation.

The radiance gathers and condenses into a human form.

Immediately afterwards——

She saw a familiar petite figure...

Countess: ...

"Su...Charlotte?!"

She froze for a moment.

At the same time, Charlotte, who was sitting high on the throne, smiled at her with a faint and ethereal voice:

"My dear grandmother, your sacrifice...I accept it."

The sacrificial circle suddenly lit up, and crimson radiance soared into the sky.

In the astonished eyes of the Countess, the blood-like light instantly swallowed her...

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The Countess of Castel suddenly let out a heart-piercing cry of pain.

Her already old body was rapidly aging and withering under the radiance of blood.

At the same time, Charlotte on the cross felt an abundant warm current pouring into the wound in her lower abdomen along the tentacles, like rain after a long drought.

A warm and strange power kept wandering in the body, and the fatal wound quickly began to repair.

That feeling is quite wonderful, it is difficult to describe in words.

If you really want to say it, it's like being in a warm and comfortable bath, and it's like the aftertaste after some kind of strenuous exercise.

Refreshing, intoxicating, addictive, endless aftertaste.

Charlotte seemed to be a hungry glutton, greedily snatching and devouring everything from the Countess of Castell.

"Ahhh—!"

"No! Don't! Don't take my power away! Don't take my power away!"

"You... no, you, who are you?! Who are you?!"

The Countess of Castel screamed frantically and struggled.

However, the crimson light seemed to have life, imprisoning her in it.

Once the sacrificial ceremony begins, it cannot be stopped.

"Stop! Please stop!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Demon...! You damn devil!"

"My Lord will not let you go! My Lord will not let you go!"

"..."

Gradually, the Countess of Castel's voice became smaller and smaller, and her struggling movements became weaker and weaker.

Finally, after about five minutes of devouring, she completely lost her movement.

The terrifying aura that filled the surroundings instantly dissipated, and with a series of "plop plop" sounds, the living corpses of the maids and waiters kneeling around the magic circle fell to the ground one after another.

As if they had lost their support, they turned into ordinary carrion corpses.

In the magic circle, the brilliance also faded slowly, revealing the Countess of Castel wrapped in it.

She had turned into a dehydrated corpse, and her shriveled face still showed horror and confusion.

The moonlight outside the skylight was covered by clouds again, and the magic circle on the ground was also dimmed.

In the entire basement, only Charlotte was left alive.

The wound on her abdomen had completely disappeared, not even a single scar remained, only horrific bloodstains remained.

And her expression was somewhat intoxicated.

That kind of wonderful devouring seems to be addictive, and the girl at this moment actually feels a strong sense of loss and unfulfilled desire.

She felt as if she had taken some kind of powerful tonic, and her thinking became faster and clearer than ever before. There seemed to be endless energy in her body, and she seemed to be able to break free from the cross at any time.

want to……

I still want it!

A hunger and thirst that is hard to describe in words came to my mind, with a strong addiction.

Charlotte swallowed a mouthful of saliva that didn't exist, and forcibly suppressed the throbbing that seemed to be instinctive in her body.

She didn't like the feeling of being addicted to drugs.

Fortunately, this hunger and thirst only lasted for a while, and then disappeared.

She closed her eyes and let out a long breath:

"it is finally over."

At this moment, the locked iron door in the basement was suddenly smashed open amidst a roar.

In the turbulent dust, four or five knights in black robes, holding crosses and silver swords rushed in.

The first person held the parchment aloft, with a cold and serious voice:

"Countess of Castel, we are Knights of the Witcher."

"According to the real-name report, we have reason to suspect that you have been polluted to become a blood-born ghost, and it is related to the blood demon case in Boulder City during this period, and attempted to sacrifice blood to your granddaughter Charlotte de Castel ,you……"

Before he finished speaking, he was directly stunned by the tragic scene in front of him.

Huge bloody magic circle.

Hundreds of corpses that have been decomposing for an unknown amount of time.

Fallen in the magic circle, the female mummy who can be vaguely identified as a noble lady.

And on the blood-stained cross, a beautiful girl covered in bruises, ragged, and pitiful...

Seeing the stranger who broke into the door, Charlotte was also slightly taken aback.

However, she quickly reacted.

Misty mist flooded into the watery eyes in an instant, and the girl sobbed in a low voice, her voice was weak and extremely tender and pitiful:

"Woo woo woo..."

"It hurts...it hurts..."

"Uncle Knight...I'm so hurt and scared..."

"Woo woo woo..."

"..."

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