Gospel of Blood

"Master, are we really not going to kill him?"

Sebastian respectfully asked as he handed over the bound Count to the blood servants and followed Charlotte.

"Kill him? After all the sins he has committed, simply killing him would be too easy."

Charlotte shook her head.

"So, what do you plan to do?"

Sebastian inquired.

"Every wrong has a retribution, and as the mastermind behind the Dreaming Salon, he should receive the punishment he deserves."

The young woman said meaningfully, looking towards the cells on either side of the corridor.

The cells were now empty, the girls who had been imprisoned there had been sent away by the blood servants under her command, including the Castell's maidservants.

Perhaps someone had already gone to contact the city guard?

Of course, even if they had, it probably wouldn't make a difference. Because this was the Dreaming Salon.

Even the city guard probably wouldn't dare to offend so many nobles. Thinking of this, Charlotte sighed lightly.

Nobles are the maintainers of the Order of Myria, but they are also its destroyers. Power brings not only responsibility but also corruption and decadence. Though the light still shines, where it cannot reach, darkness reigns.

The corridor was quiet. The controlled blood servants stood on either side, stiff and submissive.

Every time Charlotte passed by, they would bow, not daring to look directly at her.

Faint noises from the ground level could be heard, indicating that the Dreaming Salon was still ongoing.

Charlotte, with her keen senses, could even hear the laughter of the nobles mingling as they enjoyed themselves.

Crossing the long corridor, the girl returned to the cave where the sacrifice ritual had taken place.

In the dark and cold cave, countless white bones piled up like mountains, as if one could hear the cries and wails of the girls who had been slaughtered in despair and pain.

Charlotte, who had once examined these lingering memories, could truly understand their pain, and feel their despair and resentment. That kind of resentment, that obsession, kept their spirits from departing.

Even after so many years, even after experiencing ritual after ritual of sacrifice, they still lingered here. Not only did they not dissipate, but they also increased in number.

"This farce... should end."

Charlotte sighed lightly.

Hearing the girl's words, Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

He rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try.

"Master... are we going to destroy this place?"

"No, not us."

Charlotte gently shook her head.

Her gaze fell on the countless white bones, and she said softly.

"They will."

Sebastian's heart stirred.

"Master... are you going to?"

"I want to wake them up. I want them to return to this world, to end the evil that brought them despair."

Charlotte said.

Sebastian frowned slightly.

"Master, with so many souls... it might attract the attention of the Duke's Mansion and the Church."

Charlotte smiled lightly.

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"Wouldn't that be better? Let the world see the evil here, let the Duke's Mansion and the Church see the hatred of those girls! Everything here, nothing should be hidden!"

"But... you may also expose your identity..."

"That remains to be seen if the Duke and the High Priest, who did not personally fight against the Flame Demon Disaster, have the courage to come and face the Lady of the Night themselves."

With that, Charlotte took a step forward, coming to the front of the bone mountain.

She gently closed her eyes, channeling the divine power of blood stored in the Gospel of Blood.

The huge power was drawn by her, and an ancient and vast aura rose from the girl's body.

Sebastian felt a vast and majestic momentum spreading from the girl's center, giving him an urge to worship.

He widened his eyes, looking at the girl in front of him with fanaticism, feeling that the petite figure at this moment seemed like a giant emitting a crimson radiance.

Charlotte gently closed her eyes.

With the blessing of the divine power of blood, the time for the True Ancestor's Liberation was further shortened, but she felt an unprecedented strength in her five senses, and her magical energy surged.

Although True Ancestor's Liberation was not fully activated, her senses could easily cover every inch of land in the entire mansion.

She could feel the wandering spirits, hear their cries, and see their resentment towards the nobles still indulging in debauchery in the Dreaming Salon.

She also had a feeling that she could communicate with them.

Thinking back to the Undead Resurrection inherited in the Bloodline Talents, Charlotte's magic quietly circulated.

With the resonance of divine power, her magic seemed to carry an incredible power, quickly spreading and diffusing throughout the entire cave.

Charlotte gently stretched out her hands, and slightly raised them. She opened her eyes, and the scarlet eyes emitted a crimson radiance. With a solemn yet tender voice, she said.

"Awaken, O Slumbering Dead!"

With the explosion of divine power, everything was swept away. At the next moment, the countless white bones began to tremble!

A cold wind howled in the cave, and the dense resentment erupted like a tide.

Sharp screams and cries echoed through the cave, and twisted black shadows struggled to crawl out of the bone mountain.

No, those weren't black shadows.

Those were grim remnants!

The dense red light illuminated the darkness, like pairs of burning eyes, causing Sebastian's scalp to tingle.

No... those were eyes.

Those were the eyes of the dead!

Those burning eyes carried despair, pain, hatred, and boundless anger of the dead!

And through the darkness, Sebastian seemed to see the illusory figures of girls.

They were ragged, covered in wounds, their deathly pale skin and terrifying eyes bulging.

Specters... These were a group of specters awakened by the Undead Resurrection!

Feeling the almost endless resentment and the countless aura, even Sebastian, a peak Silver Moon extraordinary, couldn't help but feel frightened.

Lady of the Dark Night above!

How many dead had she awakened?!

Charlotte looked at the specters she had summoned, her solemn yet tender voice echoing in the cave.

"Go, the time for revenge has come... Find your enemies! End all of this..."

Hearing her words, the specters' crimson eyes suddenly burst into crimson light.

They all raised their heads and looked upwards.

Faintly, the music of the Dreaming Salon seemed to still be lingering. And that elusive music completely ignited the fury of the dead.

They began to scream angrily, their bodies bursting with unprecedented terror and resentment, turning into twisted shadows that rushed towards the hall above the cave!

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