Gospel of Blood-Chapter 550 : Nightmare of the Old Gods

The deafening sounds of battle cries echoed across the sky, and the blazing flames illuminated the heavens.

Inside the ancient temple, the brutal combat had reached its climax.

Clad in black robes with crimson eyes, the warriors had slain the last of the frenzied worshippers and now encircled the central altar and the giant serpent statue.

Facing the terrifying, ghostly figures that seemed to have returned from hell, the priest, holding a staff, trembled as he spoke.

“Monsters! You… you evil monsters!”

“Evil monsters?”

A chuckle emerged from the shadows.

The indifferent warriors stepped aside, revealing a slender figure stepping forward.

It was a female warrior.

She wore a blood-red skirt armor, her vivid long hair as crimson as blood. Her scarlet eyes looked at the priest with disdain and loathing.

Especially when her gaze swept over the pile of bones beneath the priest, her contempt and hatred were almost palpable.

She scoffed, her face showing ridicule.

“Monsters? If we are evil monsters, then what are you, who worship the Evil Gods and toy with lives?”

The priest trembled, his voice a mix of shock and anger.

Gripping his staff tightly, a radiant glow enveloped him, his expression twisted with fanatical zeal.

“Evil blasphemers! You cannot comprehend the greatness of my Lord. Under my Lord’s glory, you will perish!”

A deep radiance blossomed from his body, and the ancient statue on the altar emitted a faint silver light.

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Mystical runes spread across the bones, and the aura of the priest continued to rise.

However, just as his power reached its peak, a slight crack appeared on his staff.

The deep radiance dimmed instantly, and cracks began to spread on the statue.

The priest’s face was filled with disbelief and terror as he looked at the shattered staff in his hand.

“The staff… broken? My Lord’s aura… gone?”

“This… impossible!”

The warriors, led by the red-haired girl, seemed unsurprised by the events unfolding before them.

No, their expressions were calm, as if they had witnessed such scenes many times before.

The female warrior stepped forward and, with a single slash, decapitated the priest, her ethereal voice growing distant.

“If you are so devout, then disappear with your lord…”

Under that slash, the priest felt his world flying apart.

He saw the shattered temple dome, the dark night sky, and the blood moon rising beneath that sky.

The blood-red moonlight cast a shadow, plunging the entire world into deep darkness.

At the end of his dissipating consciousness, the priest was left with one thought.

“Blood moon… darkness…”

“Ah, it is Her… who has won…”

The headless body fell to the ground, and the ancient altar collapsed.

Looking at the pile of bones beneath the altar, the female swordsman sighed softly and plunged her longsword into the ground.

“Pitiful and unfortunate souls, your nightmare… is over.”

A deep radiance blossomed from her, and tiny glows spread throughout the temple.

As the dark glow swept through, the eerie aura in the temple dissipated, and countless starlights rose from the bones, eventually vanishing into the world.

Only after the last starlight disappeared did the female warrior lift her head and retrieve her sword.

Her body swayed slightly, as if exhausted, but just as she was about to fall, a chaotic, dark force supported her.

A chuckle came from behind her, hoarse with a hint of teasing.

“Rowena, you always insist on purifying the temple yourself after each destruction. Aren’t you afraid it will take a toll on your body?”

Shadowy black mist appeared, revealing a tall youth hidden in darkness, with only a pair of crimson eyes and two menacing horns standing out.

Rowena frowned.

She disdainfully pushed aside the dark force supporting her and said coldly.

“If someone who inherited the power of darkness were willing to act, I wouldn’t have to do it myself every time.”

“Heh, I’m not like some benevolent soul. These people chose their path and must bear the consequences.”

“But you seem to forget that among the sacrifices, there are also innocent people.”

“Innocent? What does that have to do with me? We’ve lost countless souls. Not consuming them to strengthen my dark power is already very merciful!”

The youth with horns sneered.

Rowena frowned deeper, her gaze at the youth filled with disgust.

“I don’t know why the Savior chose someone like you as a guardian. You’re a disgrace to our kin, Abaddon. Are you looking for a duel?”

As she spoke, dark red light glowed around her, and her aura became deep and dangerous.

“Enough, Rowena, Abaddon. There are still a few temples where battles are ongoing. This isn’t the time for your disputes!”

A sigh came as an elf in long robes walked in.

Hearing his words, Rowena glared at Abaddon before snorting and leaving the temple with her soldiers.

The elf sighed, looking helplessly at Abaddon.

“Abaddon, can’t you say less? Do you have to provoke her every time?”

“I just can’t stand her. The Savior’s power isn’t for everyone. If you choose to embrace darkness, you must become as strong as darkness. Someone with a fragile mind like her has no right to possess the power of our bloodline.”

Abaddon retorted self-righteously.

“Is that so? But I remember you also use dark power to absorb the remnants of the Evil God’s pollution after every battle?”

A tall figure suddenly appeared, looking at Abaddon curiously.

It was none other than Femaror, another awakened third-generation bloodborne.

Abaddon snorted disdainfully.

“I’m just strengthening my power. I’m not like you weaklings. I inherited the power of demons and bloodborne. What you see as pollution is a source of power for me.”

“Oh, inheriting demon power makes you remarkable? Lady Lilith has warned us many times not to absorb evil power lightly. Be careful, or you’ll turn into a madman one day!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll put you into those Evil Gods’ statues before I go mad.”

“You…!”

“Enough! Both of you! The Savior has signaled me. Let’s go to the main temple for an audience!”

…

In the northern region, the main temple of the ancient Serpent God.

Outside the temple, chaos reigned. Massive columns had collapsed and the temple dome shattered.

The surrounding forest was destroyed, turned into wasteland, and the mountains were cut in half, forming a large lake.

The air was filled with chaotic magic, with spatial cracks hinting at the terrifying battle that had just occurred.

Inside the temple, dark golden blood flowed down the rough steps to the entrance.

Deep radiance flickered, and shadows appeared outside the temple, the black-robed bloodborne warriors.

Casey, Abaddon, Rowena, Femaror, Ron…

The awakened third-generation bloodbornes stood at the forefront.

Seeing the chaotic scene and feeling the residual magic, their eyes were full of awe.

Though they had experienced similar scenes many times, the lingering terror still shook them, making them feel small.

They exchanged glances, composed themselves, and entered the temple.

Inside, dark golden blood continued to flow.

The blood exuded a tempting aura, evoking a deep desire to consume it.

Despite their thirst, none of the bloodbornes acted.

They entered, lined up on either side, their eyes focused on the altar at the front.

The altar was broken, a massive serpent corpse coiled on it, emitting a chilling aura.

A blood-red sword was thrust into the serpent’s head, the dark golden blood flowing from the wound.

Beside the sword stood a young girl.

She faced away, looking up at the blood moon, lost in thought.

The blood moon’s light cast a crimson glow on her silver hair.

The wind blew, making her hair flutter.

Seeing her ethereal figure under the moonlight, the bloodbornes’ eyes filled with fanaticism and reverence.

They took a deep breath, knelt on one knee, and respectfully saluted the girl on top of the serpent.

“Descendants of blood… pay respects to the great Progenitor and Savior, Lord of Darkness, Eternal Night Monarch…”

Hearing their voices, the girl withdrew her gaze.

She slowly turned, revealing a peerless face and a pair of golden-red eyes.

Her deep gaze swept over them, her ethereal voice echoing in the temple.

“Rise, my name isn’t that long.”