Gospel of Blood-Chapter 629 : Assimilation

The elder of the Szellem Clan was unaware of the existence of this letter.

Not just him, but none of the other bloodborne of the two great clans knew of its existence either.

“Your Majesty, the True Ancestor, we… haven’t stepped into the restricted area for six years.”

Delrado replied.

Six years… What a coincidence?

Excluding the time spent traversing history, the time I’ve been in Myria’s “current era” is also six years…

Charlotte mused thoughtfully. She looked at the blood clan elders she had summoned. After bowing to Charlotte, they quickly noticed the two puppets by the throne and respectfully saluted them as well.

“So, you mean to say you haven’t received any oracles from them for six years either?” Charlotte turned her gaze to the two puppets.

Delrado lowered his head respectfully.

“Indeed. Six years ago, the Archduke fell into slumber. Aside from the sacrifices, he has ceased responding to any of our calls.”

‘Sacrifices?’

Charlotte raised an eyebrow slightly.

She surveyed the surroundings, her gaze finally settling on the armrest of the throne. Recalling fragments of memories mentioned by the Guardian Scepter along her journey, she felt a stirring in her heart and infused divine power into the thorny rose-shaped groove.

The blood divine power bloomed, and the throne emitted a faint light. In the next moment, the entire hall trembled as an ancient altar rose in its center.

The hall now featured a square platform inscribed with a ritual array for responding to sacrifices. It was piled with various items, each brimming with potent blood divine power.

However, the most striking items were the thick stack of book pages at the center of the altar and three exquisitely crafted miniature divine statues.

These were the missing pages of the Gospel of Blood and the faceless statues left behind by Lilith!

“Are these… the offerings you’ve presented over the years?”

Charlotte asked.

Delrado examined them carefully before replying respectfully.

“Your Majesty, the True Ancestor, yes. These are the items that the Archduke’s oracles have guided us to collect over the centuries.”

Charlotte was silent.

The offerings collected were far too specific.

They were precisely the things she needed now—artifacts that could strengthen her power, missing pages to complete the Gospel of Blood, and faceless statues to enhance her control over the laws. ℞𝘼ΝȫＢЁŚ

Thorny rose… the letter… and now, these offerings…

By this point, Charlotte was almost certain that everything here had been prepared in anticipation of her arrival.

Could it truly be the case that my “future self” left all of this behind after traversing history?

“Your Majesty, the True Ancestor… May I ask, how is the Archduke?” Derado’s anxious voice broke Charlotte’s train of thought.

Charlotte glanced at the two lifeless puppets and shook her head.

“Your ‘Archduke’ likely expended all of his soul power six years ago and became nothing more than ordinary puppets.”

“Six years ago? But… how is that possible? We made offerings just over six months ago…”

Derado’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“That was merely the altar’s sacrificial array responding to you.”

Charlotte said with a shake of her head.

Her words caused a stir among the bloodbornes gathered in the hall.

After a moment of uneasy silence, Derado hesitantly asked.

“Your Majesty, the True Ancestor, then… can you revive the Archduke?”

Charlotte paused before shaking her head.

“Regrettably, no. It’s not just a matter of their soul power being depleted. Even their very souls have already dissipated.”

To be honest, this was something Charlotte found perplexing.

Under normal circumstances, even if a mythic-level puppet ran out of soul power and ceased functioning, it could be revived by reinfusing it with divine power and soul power.

But she had attempted this earlier, before allowing the bloodbornes into the hall. These two puppets were not merely devoid of soul power—they lacked their soul cores altogether.

They… were merely husks imbued with residual divine power.

One coincidence can be dismissed.

But when coincidences accumulate, they become deliberate.

This was too deliberate, far too deliberate.

Everything here seemed to intentionally evade Charlotte’s deeper probing. Yet, paradoxically, it was evident that all of this had been prepared for her, waiting for her arrival.

That feeling… it was as though they always knew she would arrive, that this moment was inevitable.

Who? Who could it be? Was this Lilith’s contingency plan? Or a “gift” left by her future self? Or perhaps… Was this something orchestrated by a higher existence?

Charlotte’s expression shifted unpredictably.

She was already a true God, and she could feel that her strength had grown immensely compared to a few months ago. Yet, the smoothness of her journey and the meticulous arrangements—like scenes from a scripted play—left her with an uncomfortable sense of being a “puppet” herself.

The only thing she could be certain of was that some entity was indeed orchestrating everything from behind the scenes.

This entity seemed eager to have her “recover her power” and ascend to the Creator’s rank, going so far as to prepare the blood divine power and the missing pages of the Gospel of Blood for her.

Yet Charlotte couldn’t discern whether their intentions were benevolent or malicious.

If it was malice, why were there so many “reminders” along the way? But if it was goodwill, why not reveal themselves openly instead of hiding in the shadows?

And yet, Charlotte could only continue to act according to this “script.”

The history that had already occurred could not be altered.

If everything she was doing now was destined to happen, she had no choice but to keep moving along this preordained trajectory.

But that didn’t mean Charlotte would resign herself to fate.

If “history” showed her failing—like Lilith in her countless cycles of reincarnation—then unless she could make changes while following the script, find loopholes in history, and create possibilities from impossibilities, she might end up as just another “Lilith.”

Charlotte had a bold conjecture lingering in her mind, but… there wasn’t enough evidence yet to confirm it.

“Based on the vision I just saw, Helios has not truly fallen, and the Creator God is about to awaken. Regardless of whether all of this is a ‘script,’ quickly perfecting my power is undoubtedly advantageous to me!”

With this thought, Charlotte exhaled softly and collected all the items from the altar.

As soon as the missing pages of the Gospel of Blood were in her grasp, the Gospel within her consciousness radiated brilliant light, emanating a joyful emotion, as though a parched sapling had finally encountered rain. It eagerly absorbed the recovered pages.

The heavy tome opened, and its blank sections were rapidly filled in. The aura of the Gospel grew increasingly ancient and profound.

Simultaneously, the faceless statues seemed to resonate with a mysterious force. They transformed into crimson streams of light, merging into Charlotte’s body and ultimately infusing her divine core with pure blood divine power and intricate, profound laws.

Charlotte’s aura… surged drastically in an instant!

All the bloodbornes present felt the overwhelming change in their True Ancestor’s presence.

The crimson divine power erupted like a tidal wave, its tangible pressure descending upon the hall.

The terrifying divine might forced everyone to their knees, immobilized. Even the strongest among them, the Legendary dukes, felt as insignificant as a lone boat in a storm or a droplet of water in an ocean, utterly incapable of resistance.

True Ancestor!

This is the True Ancestor!

The majestic power of the Progenitor of all bloodbornes!

This is the Eternal Night Monarch, who had conquered the world and stood at the pinnacle of the Gods!

Under the divine pressure, the bloodbornes turned pale. Weaker counts fainted outright, and those even weaker outside the hall had long since lost consciousness.

Yet those who remained conscious, though barely, quickly realized what was happening. After their initial shock, they were overtaken by joy, staring in awe at Charlotte, now enveloped in crimson radiance.

Beyond the restricted area, above the dark fortress, a surge of divine power shot into the heavens. The scarlet blood moon rose, casting its crimson glow across the land.

This sudden “miracle” lasted for an entire minute.

When the divine power receded like a tide and the oppressive aura dissipated, Charlotte reappeared before the bloodbornes.

She had returned to her adult form.

Her golden hair had turned into a magnificent silver, radiating a gentle halo adorned with subtle divine glimmers.

The last traces of red faded from her golden-red eyes, leaving pure golden pupils that exuded unparalleled majesty.

The intertwining auras of holy power and blood divine power shimmered behind her, creating a dreamlike brilliance.

Under this light, her appearance seemed even more regal and beautiful, yet simultaneously imbued with an otherworldly, sacred air.

But beyond the sacredness, her every gesture carried an undeniable authority and an aura of mystery that brooked no defiance.

The crimson divine power draped her like a robe, transforming into a black divine mantle adorned with dark golden patterns. Thorny rose motifs decorated its collar and cuffs.

As the vast divine power rippled, her body naturally settled onto the high throne, a sovereign over all.

Her lowered eyelids concealed her sharpness, while faint divine light flickered in her eyes, causing the very world to tremble.

Feeling their bloodlines resonate wildly, the bloodbornes grew increasingly emotional.

Finally, led by Elder Derado and the Pure White Witch Ancia, all the bloodbornes knelt, their trembling voices filled with boundless joy.

“Welcome, Your Majesty, the True Ancestor, back to your peak! Back to your throne!” ƒreewebɳovel.com

“Welcome, Your Majesty, the True Ancestor, back to your peak! Back to your throne!”

“…!”

Their deafening cries echoed throughout the dark fortress.

“Your Archduke has fulfilled his mission. From this day forth, I will officially take over the two major clans.”

Charlotte said, looking down at the blood clan elders.

Hearing Charlotte’s declaration, the elders of the Szellem and Vadallat clans respectfully bowed, their expressions fervent and ecstatic.

“All… shall heed your divine will!”