Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

Yulster was momentarily stunned, but he soon understood.

This was the protection of the Blood Contract!

He was already the Blood Favored of the True Ancestor, under the protection of Thorns and Roses, no one could forcibly control him using Spirit Magic!

Not to mention Duke Yoroc who was also a Descendant of Blood, his "Blood Law Truth Technique" didn't even send out an alarm before it was devoured by the protective power of the thorny rose!

Realizing this, Yulster was both shocked and delighted.

He was shocked by how far beyond his expectations the True Ancestor's suppression of the Bloodline was, and delighted that his hidden secrets were finally safe from being exposed.

Honestly, he had already resigned himself to his fate, so he wasn't very afraid of how Duke Yoroc might respond upon discovering the truth.

What he feared was if he accidentally sabotaged the True Ancestor's plans and incurred His severe punishment!

That was a more terrifying possibility than resigning himself to his fate, even though the True Ancestor seemed to have changed from His historical self.

"Duke... Lord Duke, I... I have nothing hidden from you..."

Under the suppression of the Legendary Bloodline, Yulster answered tremblingly.

Duke Yoroc furrowed his brows and looked at Yulster, whose expression seemed genuine; he was somewhat uncertain.

"Strange... Could it be that Count Castel's bloodline is really that strong? Could it be... she has some other bloodline that interests the Roman Sword?"

Duke Yoroc appeared puzzled.

Watching the confused Duke Yoroc, Yulster breathed a sigh of relief,

But, secretly observing his respected elder, his mind unexpectedly harbored another thought.

Wait a minute...

Even within the clan, Lord Yoroc was a typical representative of the moderate and conciliatory faction regarding the "God" behind the Castel family.

Then... could there be a way... to also get him on board True Ancestor's chariot?

Yulster was startled by his own thought.

However, once this idea occurred to him, he couldn't stop it.

One of the commands given by the True Ancestor was to infiltrate the Nais Clan.

What could please the True Ancestor more than being able to win over a Legendary Bloodline, especially one from his own respected elder?

Not to mention, if won over, he would be on his side!

Of course, Yulster remained calm.

Even with this bold idea, he knew how difficult and risky this maneuver would be.

Duke Yoroc didn't know that when Yulster stole glances at him, he was already scheming to drag him into his own plans.

Looking at the dazzling Contract Light, he suddenly realized something and his expression changed:

"Bad news! Quick! Start the backup plan! Stop the ritual by force!"

"We can't allow the Roman Sword to fully revive now! We must prevent it from fully reviving at this moment!"

Duke Yoroc roared, his voice excitedly changing pitch.

Yulster opened his mouth, about to respond, but suddenly felt his heart skip a beat and looked towards Roman Square.

He swallowed:

"Lord Duke... I'm afraid... it's already too late."

His words had hardly left his mouth when the light of the Contract changed again.

Before the shocked eyes of the spectators, a silver column of light burst from the center of the altar into the sky, piercing the clouds above!

The earth trembled slightly, and an indescribable wave of energy spread from the altar outwards.

Shortly after, a massive phantom, nearly a hundred meters tall, slowly materialized above the altar.

It was a Divine Sword.

Its blade was silver, painted with quaint and strange patterns, and the hilt was golden, adorned with ancient elf-style decorations and magical runes.

It appeared somewhat ethereal and slightly damaged, but even so, it couldn't hide its mysterious and unique aura that transcended the mundane.

After its appearance... it seemed to be the sole focus between heaven and earth!

"This is... the projection of the Roman Sword!"

"God above! Prince has truly summoned the Roman Sword through the Book of Contract!"

On the viewing platform, the nobles were all astir.

The nobility of Roman couldn't forget this projection.

Historically, the projection of the Roman Sword had been summoned many times, and numerous paintings depicting it circulated, and its description matched exactly with the ancient and mottled Divine Sword before their eyes!

Watching the projection of the Roman Sword that had appeared, the spectators erupted in cheers, but Duke Yoroc, who was on the second-floor balcony, had a complete change in expression.

In his eyes, the sword beneath the ethereal halo wasn't just a projection, but was gradually becoming a solid entity!

Damn it!

That wasn't a projection!

It was the real Roman Sword!

What exactly is going on with Count Castel's bloodline?

That Divine Artifact was actually summoned by her bloodline!

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Did she really use just her own blood?

Or did she receive help from a hidden Divine Lord?

Watching the gradually solidifying Divine Sword, Duke Yoroc felt a headache coming on, his expression filled with shock and uncertainty.

But soon, his expression changed again.

In his field of vision, he saw the mottled Divine Sword gradually enveloped by a golden-red radiance.

That golden-red radiance looked somewhat familiar, yet Duke Yoroc couldn't recall where he had seen it before.

Yet, upon seeing that radiance, even from a great distance, he could feel an incredible power emanating from it.

Then… a strange scene unfolded.

The golden-red radiance flickered, and the mottled exterior and ubiquitous scars of the Divine Sword began to fade, replaced by a gleaming blade and gradually restoring patterns.

In the blink of an eye, the Divine Sword was as good as new and completely solidified.

At the same time, everyone felt an ancient and vast will slowly descending…

"Thump…"

"Thump…"

"…"

The ordinary spectators only felt a powerful force so overwhelming that it stifled their breath, pressing down on their hearts.

That presence, bearing a tangible suppression, appeared alongside the ancient and vast will and grew stronger with the "restoration" of the Divine Sword.

After the will descended, the spectators and nobles alike found their limbs weakening, and they all collapsed involuntarily.

From a second-floor building beside the square, Duke Yoroc also felt immense pressure.

Yet, looking at the solidified Divine Sword, his expression was one of utter disbelief:

"Restored… Restored?"

"The Roman Sword has been restored?"

Of course, no one could answer his question.

Everyone at the scene was already trembling under the divine-like pressure following the arrival of the Divine Sword.

Prince Henry was no exception.

Rather, being closest to the altar, the oppressive feeling he experienced was even greater than that of others.

But even so, he straightened his back with difficulty, excitedly looked towards the Divine Sword in the sky.

It was a success…

He truly succeeded!

Prince Henry's face showed excitement.

At the same time, the massive Divine Sword in the sky also retracted its divine light.

A subtle spiritual ripple radiated from the center of the Divine Sword, and everyone heard a voice that sounded youthful yet mature,

That voice… seemed to also carry a certain joyful delight, and in a rather convolute and obscure ancient syntax and accent joyfully said,

"I wonder which noble Lord has come personally to awaken Roman from his endless slumber?"

"Great grace and virtue from the Lord! Roman is immensely grateful!"

Hearing this voice, Prince Henry was invigorated.

Suppressing the excitement and anxiety in his heart, he hurriedly shouted,

"Lord Roman, it is I! It is I who awakened you from your slumber!"

"I am Henry Roman! I am a descendant of Romannus, the successor of the Roman family!"

"I summoned you, hoping to gain your recognition and complete the ancient ritual of the Roman family!"

"Ah? Is it you?"

Hearing Prince Henry's words, the Divine Sword's light flickered, and the voice seemed somewhat surprised.

A subtle spiritual ripple flashed and swept over Prince Henry.

Then, the youthful and joyful voice took on a tone of slight chill and mockery:

"Where does this ant come from? Your bloodline is so diluted that your ancestral sword can barely recognize it, and yet you dare to profane a Divine Lord in the name of Romannus?"

Upon hearing the voice of the Divine Sword, Prince Henry's expression froze.