Gospel of Blood

Chapter 97: This isn't a Salon, it's a Den of Demons!

The magnificent crystal chandeliers refracted colorful fantasies, stunningly illuminating the luxurious hall.

The melodious music flowed slowly, and beautiful maidens stood on the platforms on both sides, smiling faintly with vacant eyes as they played their instruments.

This was an extremely huge hall, capable of accommodating over a thousand people at a glance.

And gathered here were at least three to four hundred guests.

In the center of the hall were rows of iron cages, each containing at least one girl.

They wore chains around their necks, and some even had shackles on their hands and feet, curled up in the cages, trembling.

Outside the cages, masked guests dressed in gorgeous attire gathered in groups, pointing, chatting, and laughing at the girls in the cages, as if assessing merchandise.

"Master, this is the auction section of the Dreaming Salon. These girls are all abducted from outside by the organizers before each Dreaming Salon event, many of whom are local girls from Borde city."

"The identities of these girls are not to be revealed, and they are not allowed to be taken away. Those being auctioned are just for their usage tonight."

Charlotte's gaze fell on the rows of cages, but she did not see her own maid.

As if noticing the gaze of the girl, Sebastian continued.

"Your maids are all extraordinary individuals. Even for the Dreaming Salon, they are rare commodities. If I'm not mistaken, even if they are to be auctioned tonight, they should be the finale."

"As for now... they probably haven't been brought up yet, and might be confined somewhere."

Charlotte remained expressionless.

Looking at the trembling girls locked up, she felt a fire burning in her heart.

"They are a bunch of beasts."

"Of course, in my opinion, many times, human nobles are no different from beasts, um... I'm not referring to you."

Sebastian said.

Charlotte fell silent.

Her gaze fell further away.

At the end of her sight was another hall, where many independent private rooms could vaguely be seen.

Occasionally, masked guests, or scantily clad attendants, or girls dragged by chains, walked towards the hall.

For some reason, when her gaze fell on that hall, the Gospel of Blood in Charlotte's spiritual world suddenly fluctuated slightly, as if sensing something.

"What's that place?"

She asked.

Sebastian fell silent for a moment before saying.

"Actually... I don't really recommend you go there."

"That's the party area, and I'm afraid the decadence and depravity there might taint your eyes."

The party area?

Charlotte frowned.

"Doesn't matter, let's go in."

Sensing the fluctuation of the Gospel of Blood, she said.

With the baptism of her past life's memories, she believed her resilience should be quite strong.

"At your command."

Sebastian hesitated for a moment before respectfully replying.

The two walked towards the party hall, one after the other.

However, as soon as they entered the hall, Charlotte inexplicably felt a palpitation.

At a certain moment, she seemed to hear countless girls moaning, crying, and pleading.

It's as if she saw an endless sea of blood, with sinister energy soaring into the sky, and felt as though she were imprisoned by some mysterious force.

She seemed to see from the blood sea, one delicate and frail arm struggling to reach out, constantly reaching upward.

She seemed to hear countless voices of pain and despair lingering in her ears.

"Save me... Save me..."

These scenes flashed by in a daze.

Charlotte's vision quickly returned to normal.

However, looking at the brightly lit hall, she felt extremely oppressed and suffocated.

Was that just an illusion?

Charlotte frowned slightly.

But soon, she felt the fluctuation coming from the Gospel of Blood in her spiritual world intensify.

Charlotte's heart stirred, and she quickly diverted her attention, finding a page of the Gospel of Blood emitting a crimson light.

It was the Dark Chapter.

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It was the section she had recently acquired, recording the Undead Resurrection.

Charlotte instantly understood why she had experienced that illusion.

Having learned the Undead Resurrection, she naturally possessed spiritual sight, able to see things that ordinary people couldn't.

"There have been deaths here, many, many deaths..."

She murmured.

Following Sebastian, Charlotte entered the party hall.

The party hall centered around a massive stage.

Masked guests surrounded the stage, laughing heartily as they watched scantily clad girls dance boldly and erotically.

Around the stage were rows of soft beds and chairs.

Seeing those beds and chairs, Charlotte's gaze almost froze in an instant.

As far as her eyes could see, all sorts of debauched scenes, seen, unseen, heard of, unheard of from her past life's videos, were visible here.

The scale, the debauchery, the brutality of the methods shocked even her, who had rich experience in watching videos from her past life.

Screams, leers, pleas, curses... poured endlessly.

In the air, mixed with the strong perfume, was the foul smell of debauchery, making Charlotte's stomach churn upon entering the party hall, almost causing her to vomit.

At the back of the hall, a huge painting depicting the Creator God Harald hung high, the divine light shining down, akin to irony, overlooking the debauched, indulgent, and corrupt nobles under the crystal lights.

"Ah—!"

The sound of agonizing screams drew Charlotte's attention.

She looked towards the hall, only to find that the guests with the leering smiles and the struggling girls had disappeared.

In the place they disappeared was another group of girls.

They were naked, many with bruises from abuse all over their bodies, screaming and struggling to escape.

And illusory figures in black robes chased after them, piercing them with filthy crosses.

Crimson blood slowly flowed on the ground, gathering into streams, and then continuously seeping into the ground.

Suddenly, a naked girl stumbled and crawled to Charlotte's feet.

Half of her face was scarred by wax burns, her eyes full of tears of despair, and the lower half of her body torn open and still bleeding...

"Save... Save me..."

She struggled to reach out to Charlotte, but the next moment, her arm passed through Charlotte's body as if it were a phantom.

Charlotte's gaze slightly hardened.

And in the next instant, the figures of the girls dissipated one by one, and the entire hall returned to normal.

She saw the masked nobles leering and dragging the struggling girls frantically again, heard the girls' cries of pain, and heard their pleas for mercy...

Charlotte felt somewhat dazed.

She looked at the flame elf beside her and asked.

"Sebastian, did you see anything just now?"

"You... what do you mean? Are you referring to those debauched and disgusting nobles?"

Sebastian asked heavily, his voice tinged with an unconcealable disgust.

Charlotte fell silent.

She knew that probably only she had seen the scene just now.

That scene of slaughter seemed like an illusion.

But she knew that it was definitely not just an illusion.

It seemed to be a scene that had appeared in this hall before.

And... it probably had appeared more than once.

Looking down at the bright red carpet in the hall, it was dazzling and eerie, making Charlotte's back feel cold.

Thinking of the fate of those girls abducted by the Dreaming Salon, a terrible conjecture gradually emerged in Charlotte's mind...

The girl clenched her fists slightly and gently closed her eyes.

"Sebastian..."

"What kind of salon is this?"

"This... is clearly a den of demons!"

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she heard a clear, sad voice coming from ahead.

"Can you... see them?"

Charlotte opened her eyes and looked towards the source of the voice.

In the hall stood a little girl wearing a white dress.

She looked at Charlotte, her pretty face filled with sadness.