Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

"But the era she 'crossed' into was different."

"If her judgment was correct, this was the early Mythological Era, a time when gods were active on the continent!"

"In other words, the God of Hatred and Deformation was not situated outside the continent as in later eras but could even be quite close to the battlefield itself!"

"In such a situation, killing other believers was out of the question, as from the very moment she killed the troll Knute, she had destined a 'Divine Descent.'"

"And as for why the God of Hatred and Deformation didn't immediately descend..."

"The reason was simple."

"The deity was already in the present world and did not need to rely on the believers to perform the Divine Descent; merely following the direction where the scent of the Divine Favored had disappeared was enough!"

"It's bad."

"I had directly provoked the God of Hatred and Deformation!"

"Looking at the clouds gathering in the sky, Charlotte's heart sank, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color again."

"In the fearful gazes of everyone, they saw a dark green giant tearing through the clouds, towering above the sky."

"He must have been over a hundred meters tall, with three heads and six arms. His form resembled a fantastical version of Chiyou, with bulging muscles and tumors all over his body. He was surrounded by a dark green aura, looking immensely ferocious and oppressive."

"After He appeared, the warriors who were looking up at the sky screamed in horror and covered their eyes."

"The stronger ones had tears of blood from their eyes, while the weaker ones' eyeballs burst, some even having their heads explode!"

"A God cannot be gazed upon directly..."

"The Power of Laws surrounding a God was far beyond what mortals could understand or bear."

"If the God restrained His Power of Laws, all would be well; failing to do so meant that looking directly at a God equated to being overwhelmed by the Power of Laws, instantly 'suiciding'."

"'Mortals, do not gaze upon a God if you wish not to die; instead, respectfully bow your heads.'"

"Charlotte's voice echoed in everyone's heart on the battlefield."

"Hearing her words, the warriors about to look up instinctively at their comrades' screams changed their expressions and hurriedly bowed their heads in terror."

"An unprecedented oppressive horror slowly pressed down..."

"'Thump', 'Thump', 'Thump'..."

"Everyone except for Charlotte was crushed to the ground by the terrifying oppression, unable to move."

"A cold and authoritative voice slowly rose as if from an emperor reigning over the world:"

"'Who dares to recklessly slaughter My Favored and believers?'"

"'The... The God of Hatred and Deformation!'"

"Everyone's faces turned deathly pale, filled with despair."

"Charlotte's expression became solemn as well."

"This was the second time she felt a strong threat to her life. Facing the green giant that had descended, she felt the Blood Divine Power within her boiling, the Divine Fire burning fiercely, and a slight sting in her spirit, as if warning her."

"And the last time was right after she had crossed over when her grandmother hung her on a cross."

"Clearly, the strength of the Divine Presence before her was no mere 'Saint' posture."

"This was an era different from the later ones, where gods walking on the earth had power equivalent only to the Legendary, but clearly, there were no such restrictions in this era."

"The God of Hatred and Deformation at this moment had explosively unleashed a power beyond Legendary!" Thе full sеriеs livеs оn Мy Virtuаl Librаry Еmpirе (М|V|L0ЕМРYR).

"However, he should not be one of those 'True Gods' who had condensed Divine Position, rather a 'Demigod' like her who had ignited the Divine Fire."

"Otherwise, those known as 'Fake believers,' both humans and Half-Elves, would have already been purged by his Church."

"Charlotte warily observed the green giant before her, contemplating her next move."

"Simultaneously, the terrifying green giant also cast His gaze upon the battlefield."

"The faces of the humans and Half-Elf warriors grew even paler."

"However, the green giant had no interest in 'confronting' them."

"He naturally overlooked those who were nearly wetting themselves in fear, his cold gaze firmly fixed on the only one standing—Charlotte."

He looked down at Charlotte from on high, his majestic voice suppressed with anger,

"Was it you who killed my believers and favored? What alien god are you from, not knowing that the Northern Border is my Adora's domain of influence!"

Hmm?

Is this assuming I am also a god?

Charlotte felt a slight stir in her heart.

Although she had ignited the Divine Fire, according to records about the Mythological Era in the afterlife, she indeed had become a true demigod, a genuine mythical being, so being called a god was reasonable...

But when this recognition of identity came from the mouth of a real mythical god, Charlotte still felt extremely subtle.

How to say it.

It felt oddly like being confusedly thrusted into the inner circle of gods, with a sense of subtlety and unreality.

However, the green giant's attitude and character were somewhat beyond Charlotte's expectations.

The God of Hatred and Deformation before her was less divine, more human than those gods she had imagined who viewed all creatures as ants and stood aloof, with much more emotion involved.

More importantly, despite being so angry, he had not attacked her directly!

They could communicate.

He did not strike her immediately...

This indicated that the other party also could not ascertain her strength, even though he was extremely angry about the death of his own favored and believers, he did not have the confidence to directly confront and capture her.

Clearly, this God of Hatred and Deformation, as she had deduced, truly was also a demigod, because only demigods of completely identical positions could possibly be unable to gauge each other's strength.

Their Demigod Positions were identical; the only difference was in the amount of Divine Power.

From this perspective, if she planned carefully, perhaps she could avoid fighting with him.

Charlotte quickly made such a judgment.

She did not think she could handle a fight against him.

Even if she underwent True Ancestor Liberation, her strength actually was not a match for his, not to mention that she currently could not even undergo True Ancestor Liberation.

In terms of position, she was already a demigod, a mythical being, but in terms of actual strength, she still had a considerable gap compared to this sort of mythical being who she knew not how long had lived.

Not only was her Divine Power incomparable, her burst strength was also insufficient—she could at most utilize some mythical-level Magic using Divine Power, and the number and duration of usage would also be quite moving.

Overall, her strength had not yet caught up with her position; her mythology had too much "water."

Thinking this, Charlotte let out a light laugh.

She gazed coolly at the giant in the sky, her expression also turning somewhat cold:

"Believers? Favored? Are you talking about those who just offended me?"

"Since they dared to offend an unoffendable being, they should be prepared to bear the corresponding consequences. I merely gave them the punishment they deserved."

"As for you... God of Hatred and Deformation, Lord Adora, tolerating your own believers and favored like this and speaking to me with such an attitude, may I take this as a provocation?"

Saying so, Charlotte activated her Blood Divine Power, using her Bloodline Talent Magic "Majesty Skill," and following the feeling from her previous True Ancestor Liberation, she spread her Blood Divine Power throughout her body.

Crimson radiance blossomed, and Charlotte slowly ascended, while at the same time, her exterior began to change.

Her beautiful head of golden hair turned into resplendent silver, her originally scarlet pupils also took on a golden brilliance, becoming noble and mysterious.

Her petite frame rapidly changed, her touching height slowly increased, and her originally budding figure also became increasingly graceful; the flat terrains quickly rose.

Soon, her appearance "grew" from that of a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old to that of a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old.

Her aura also surged violently.

Majestic, profound, vast... soon on par with the divine might of the God of Hatred and Deformation, Adora, and even slightly higher.

Staring at the indifferent expression of Charlotte, feeling the increasingly powerful aura emanating from her, the expression of the God of Hatred and Deformation, Adora, also became grave.

He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the crimson radiance around Charlotte, his gaze flashing with a hint of surprise and wariness...

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Keeping up with attendance! Another chapter tonight!