Gospel of Blood

Crimson and dark green clashed, neither yielding an inch.

In the sky, with Charlotte and Alador at the center, the entire firmament seemed to be shrouded in these two colors.

The vast divine might clashed, and the mere residual power made the surrounding humans and half-elves unable to move, trembling with fear.

As the focal point of this confrontation, Charlotte felt her divine power rapidly draining away…

Her state, akin to True Ancestor’s Liberation, was consuming divine power at a rate comparable to the genuine release.

Fortunately, though the divine power consumption was swift, Charlotte had accumulated a substantial amount of blood divine power, having merged two faceless statues, ignited the divine flame, and established a divine power pool.

In terms of divine power reserves, she could hold out for a while if she had to.

Moreover, she felt that her divine power might even be of higher quality when it clashed with the other.

Additionally, Charlotte’s blood divine power’s “devouring” characteristic seemed capable of converting the other’s divine power.

In her perception, she could transform the edge divine power dispersed by the opponent, much like when she killed the troll.

However, she could only affect the edge divine power. The God in front of her had much stronger control over their divine power, and she couldn’t influence most of it.

This alone surprised Charlotte greatly.

Seeing Charlotte standing firm, Alador, the God of Abomination and Deformity, cast an even more dangerous look at her.

With a cold snort, his divine power surged further, the dark green clouds roiling, his divine power like a volcano about to erupt.

Yet, sensing the fleeting doubt and apprehension in his eyes, Charlotte did not back down but instead increased her output, reinforcing her Majesty magic, matching the other’s aura.

Gods clashing meant mortals suffering.

As Charlotte and Alador ramped up their pressure, the unfortunate humans and half-elves began to faint under the strain.

Only a few stronger extraordinaries managed to hold on, though immobilized, filled with terror.

To them, they were like insects in a sea storm, any drop of rain could spell their doom.

Never had they imagined the gap between Gods and mortals to be so vast.

Charlotte’s and Alador’s divine auras continued to rise.

As the surrounding elemental forces neared a breaking point, and the tension thickened, Charlotte began to doubt whether the God before her intended to fight.

Finally, Alador’s aura ceased to rise.

He cast a deep look at Charlotte, then quickly retracted his divine might, shrinking in size until he was roughly equal to her, descending to her height.

Alador’s voice, once filled with rage, now sounded calm.

“I sense a familiar aura in you…”

“What is your connection with Artemis, Goddess of Moonlight and Hunting, and Helios, God of Sunlight and Radiance? Are you also a god from the Land of Calamity? Have you also received the ‘Blessing’ of Origin?”

Goddess Artemis?

God from the Land of Calamity?

Blessing of Origin?

Charlotte was bewildered.

She knew Artemis as the main God of the elves and a renowned God in Myria.

Helios, a new name to her, but likely a prominent God given his association with Artemis.

As for the Gods from the Land of Calamity…

Recalling the legends of the elves’ origins, Charlotte had some guesses.

In the Mythic Era, Gods were divided into three factions: Myria’s Old Gods, the Elf Gods who led the elves to Myria, and the New Gods who rose between the two.

The elves fled to “Myria” from the destroyed old continent, a term meaning “New Land” or “New World” in their tongue.

Charlotte had glimpsed the old continent once, a shattered land with a vast circular meteor sea at its center.

Could the Gods from the Land of Calamity be those from the old continent?

Wait… Could the familiar aura be her elven bloodline?

Had Alador mistaken her for an Elven God due to her bloodline?

Moreover, mythic records often depicted the Old Gods and Elf Gods as equals, without clear dominance.

The victors of the Mythic Era were the “New Gods” led by the True Ancestor of Blood.

Why did Alador seem so wary of her?

What was the “Blessing of Origin”?

Charlotte was puzzled.

Still, she knew now wasn’t the time for deep inquiries.

Given the chance, she didn’t mind probing for information…

The Mythic Era held many secrets, and uncovering them might reveal the truth about the True Ancestor of Blood.

With this in mind, Charlotte slowly withdrew her divine power.

She gave Adora a curious look, speaking coolly.

“Oh? You know of the Blessing of Origin too?”

Alador snorted.

“The blessing that destroyed the elven continent is known to all. Didn’t you flee here for that very reason?”

“The Creator God foretold: those who touch the forbidden will face its backlash. You ignored the warning, coveted the origin, and now face the consequences!”

The Creator God Harald is involved now?

What era have I crossed into this time?!

Charlotte was stunned.

She had thought this time travel might follow her previous one, but it seemed not.

Could this be after the True Ancestor of Blood’s disappearance and the Creator God’s “resurrection”?

But the term “Northern Frontier” was used during her last time travel to refer to Myria’s northwest.

Had it been used for a thousand years?

Charlotte furrowed her brow.

She gazed at the God before her, feigning surprise and probing.

“Oh? Is that so?”

“The Creator God… has resurrected?”

Alador froze at her words.

Seeing Charlotte’s nonchalant expression, as if mentioning an old acquaintance, his expression changed.

Alador stepped back, eyeing Charlotte warily.

“Hmph! God of the elves, I will remember today’s events! Out of respect for Lady Artemis, I will let this go. But if it happens again, I will make you pay for your insolence!”

With that, without waiting for Charlotte’s response, he retracted his divine power and vanished.

His sudden retreat left Charlotte stunned.

Wait…

He’s gone?

She had expected more probing, but he just left?

She had slain his divine followers and favored one!

This abrupt departure seemed too hasty, even if he was scared.

Had she said something wrong?

What had he assumed at the end?

Charlotte was puzzled.

However, from their brief exchange, it seemed he had misunderstood her identity…

The key seemed to be when she mentioned the Creator God.

But regardless, with him gone, she couldn’t pursue the matter.

Charlotte felt more puzzled about this era. She needed to understand it quickly.

With this in mind, she surveyed the battlefield below, now unrecognizable.

With a sigh, Charlotte retracted her divine power, descended, and reverted to her “underage” form.

On the ground, humans and half-elves lay scattered, some still unconscious, others trembling with eyes tightly shut.

Seeing their miserable state, Charlotte used her power to cast a large-scale dark healing spell, healing their injuries, then gently said.

“He has left. You’re safe now. You can open your eyes.”

Hearing her, feeling their rapid recovery, the people hesitated before opening their eyes.

They looked at Charlotte with awe and gratitude, not just curiosity and surprise.

“Divine One, I am Bardock, commander of the Third Legion of the Free City-States. On behalf of the Free City-States, thank you for your help!”

The human warrior, clearly a leader, swallowed hard and bowed respectfully to Charlotte, legs trembling and voice shaking with a mix of reverence and fear.

Charlotte sighed.

She quietly cast a mental soothing spell, calming their minds, then softly asked.

“I have been asleep for a very long time and only recently awoke. What era is it now?”

The human leader paused, then respectfully replied.

“It is the Year 480 of the Prophet Era…”