Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

The terrifying pressure slowly dissipated, and the crimson mist also gradually vanished.

When everyone's vision was restored, only Charlotte remained in the center of the unrecognizable battlefield.

The broken sword of the Troll Knute still lay not far off.

His presence, however, had completely disappeared.

And where he had once stood, only a few scraps of leather armor remained, along with a small patch of ashes, as if consumed by flames.

Quiet.

Deathly quiet.

Just now, Charlotte's swelling aura was terrifying, and that will and pressure, like divine wrath, were immensely vast.

Even the slowest to realize understood that Troll Knute had "met his match"; the battle that seemed once "evenly matched" was merely the girl who had abruptly appeared on the battlefield not exerting her full strength.

And now, as she finally unleashed her own power, everything was over.

As for the Troll Knute's final cry of horror before his death...

Unfortunately, although it was loud and sincere, it was forever drowned out and isolated by Charlotte's crimson mist.

The people on the battlefield did not know what had happened in the final moment.

But evidently, the outcome of who won and who lost was crystal clear.

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Is this the power of a Divine Favored?!

On the side of humans and half-elves, everyone looked astonished, standing frozen in place, their gazes towards Charlotte filled with shock and disbelief.

Dead... is he dead?

Did Lord Knute die?

On the side of the ferocious monsters, they all widened their eyes, faces full of terror and disbelief.

"Run... run for it!"

Without hesitation, the monsters scrambled to flee, dropping their weapons and running away with screams of panic.

Charlotte glanced at them and once again raised her hand slightly.

Although she was unsure of the origins of these humans and half-elves, at the very least... this so-called God of Hatred and Deformation was not a deity compatible with her own values, and his dark green divine power made her particularly uncomfortable.

Hatred, deformation, pollution, fallenness...

With all these traits combined, she could almost conclude that in any church of the afterlife, this could be regarded as an Evil God's myth.

So, since she had already intervened and killed the Divine Favored of the other side, she might as well go all the way.

Divine power surged through Charlotte, and the crimson mist spread once again, swiftly pursuing them. Amidst the monsters' screams of terror and despair, she devoured nearly all of them.

Seeing this scene, "a massacre," the humans and half-elves were stunned once more.

Although it was the enemy who were being "slaughtered," as they watched the girl engulfed in the crimson mist, awe and fear were likewise evident in their eyes.

Thinking of something, the leader of the human warriors suddenly changed his expression and urgently shouted:

"Strange... Divine Favored Lord! No matter which God you serve, please do not eradicate them all!"

"They are all the minions of the God of Hatred and Deformation, to kill them completely will draw the 'attention' of the God of Hatred and Deformation!"

Hmm?

Draw the attention of the God of Hatred and Deformation?

Having killed the Troll in an instant, cutting off the connection with their worshiped God, how could it still draw the attention of the God of Hatred and Deformation?

Charlotte's brows furrowed slightly.

She paused subconsciously, but ultimately continued to act based on experience.

She knew too well about Divine Descent.

In her opinion, not to act now and completely deal with these believers of the God of Hatred and Deformation would give the other side a chance to use the believers to complete the positioning and power transmission.

Troll Knute was dead, and the God behind the scenes was most likely truly disturbed.

As for the other monsters, just a bunch of believers, it would be somewhat difficult to draw the God's attention.

But that was useless.

The Troll was dead, the believers were also dead, and all traces of divine power that the God of Hatred and Deformation could use for positioning had been devoured and erased by Charlotte.

Even if the God of Hatred and Deformation were disturbed, the lack of a Divine Descent at the moment of the Troll's death meant that the deity behind was completely out of position information.

Disturbed or not, it didn't matter.

Without positioning, a Divine Descent was out of the question.

One could say it was bad luck for the God of Hatred and Deformation; the "God's Domain" that Charlotte had "awakened" possessed the power of "Devour," which was too suitable for erasing information and indeed quite effective against Gods.

Charlotte did not stop, but instead used the crimson mist to directly shield the monsters' connection to their faith and eradicated them completely.

These monsters were far weaker than Troll Knute. Charlotte sent them all away in almost an instant.

As everything settled in dust.

Charlotte was also ready to completely dispel the "Domain" she had just learned.

However, just as Charlotte was preparing to end the battle, the entire sky suddenly darkened.

Thick clouds gradually converged above the battlefield, and a vast, violent, and chaotic presence slowly descended.

Charlotte frowned slightly and looked up at the dark clouds.

The clouds churned rapidly, turning a dark green, and divine power related to Troll Knute burst forth!

It was at this moment that Charlotte finally realized that she had made an experiential error.

She had been living in an era where the multitude of Gods were in retreat and had subconsciously distanced the Gods from the mortals.