Gospel of Blood-Chapter 608 : Clergy’s Crumbling Worldview

The reliefs on the mural were incredibly lifelike.

Even though they had weathered the passage of time, the face resembling the Creator God statue and the unmistakable divine symbol left no doubt about the identity of the young man depicted on the relief.

It was the Creator God—Harald!

Of course, if the holy priests of the Holy Court had only seen a relief of the Creator God here, they might have been puzzled but not shocked or terrified, even though the divine symbol was not exactly the same as the ring cross worshipped by the church.

What truly filled them with anger and even fear was that the Creator God in the relief was shown bowing to another being!

Creator God!

This is the Creator God, the God who created the world of Myria, the beginning of everything, the end of everything!

He is One, and He is Everything, the source and the culmination of all things, the absolute supreme!

How could such a majestic God possibly submit to another being?!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Blasphemy!

This is pure, blatant blasphemy!

“Blasphemy! This is blasphemy against our Lord! This is an evil mural meant to disturb our faith! It is a conspiracy of demons and false Gods! We must destroy these filthy things that slander our Lord!”

A young bishop exclaimed in fury.

However, a few elderly cardinals who had followed Charlotte into this space showed hesitation and doubt on their faces.

Acting Grand Inquisitor Aaron also looked grave. He stared at the subversive relief, lost in thought, as if recalling something.

Even the recently enraged Templar Knight Grandmaster, Angus, after a brief outburst of anger, fell into an eerie silence.

Cardinal Selina stepped forward. (Grand Inquisitor Selina > Cardinal Selina)

She reached out and touched the rough mural, her gaze finally resting on the mysterious woman seated on the throne.

Her eyes lingered on the rose-encircled throne for a moment before she sighed and said,

“I recognize this throne.”

“This should be the Blood Throne from bloodborne legends, and the woman sitting on it… is likely the progenitor of all bloodbornes, the True Ancestor of Blood!”

“Impossible! This is blasphemy! As the holy embodiment, as the Creator God who created the entire world, how could our Lord possibly submit to an Evil God?!”

The young priest said excitedly.

But Selina only sighed.

Her gaze shifted to the series of murals that followed the most striking one.

They depicted a sequence of war scenes.

It was evident that these were battles between humans and various bizarre entities that could be demons or false Gods.

And at the forefront of the human side, leading them against these foreign entities, was the mysterious woman seated on the throne.

Behind her, several beings shrouded in halos followed, each possessing a distinct symbol of their own.

Only myths would have their own symbols…

Clearly, these beings were the mythological figures who followed the mysterious woman, or more precisely, the True Ancestor of Blood!

And at the forefront of these mythological figures, standing directly behind the True Ancestor of Blood, was the young man from the statue—the Creator God worshipped by the Holy Court!

Silence.

An oppressive silence fell over them.

When the holy priests turned their attention to these war murals, they all seemed frozen, trapped in deathly stillness.

In this world, your greatest enemy often knows you best.

Likewise, the holy priests of the Holy Court were most knowledgeable about the greatest enemy of the Holy Court.

Since the establishment of the Holy Court, there had been one enemy designated by the court, and they had fought against it for a millennium—none other than the bloodbornes.

All the clergy present were high-ranking.

And no high-ranking priest was ignorant of the bloodbornes.

Perhaps they knew little about the True Ancestor of Blood, who vanished before the Holy Court’s founding, and perhaps they were unfamiliar with the Royal Blood Clan, buried by history during the Blood Moon Era. But when it came to the other five major clans of bloodbornes, they were all too well-versed.

Within the church, there was enough information on the bloodbornes to fill a library, especially regarding the five major clans still in existence.

Almost every high-ranking priest was intimately familiar with the symbols of the five major blood clans, and many had even studied the betrayals of these clans against the True Ancestor of Blood in detail.

Therefore, when they recognized the symbols on the murals, they quickly realized that these were indeed the symbols of the major blood clans!

Those who stood with the “Creator God” in these murals, those who “followed” the True Ancestor of Blood, were none other than the princes of the legendary blood clans!

But what truly terrified the clergy was not the sight of bloodborne mythology murals in a temple identical to the Holy Palace.

What horrified them was the presence of the Creator God in these murals, and more specifically, the role He played in them.

All mythological murals carry their own meanings.

Myths dominate the continent of Myria. When it comes to myths, whether good or evil, murals are always crafted with the utmost care to avoid offending the Gods…

For this reason, murals buried by history are often more accurate and truthful than the records that have survived.

So, here’s the question:

Why did murals of bloodborne mythology appear in a temple dedicated to the Creator God?

Why did the Creator God himself appear in these murals?

Was He possibly embraced by the True Ancestor of Blood, submitting to her, and following her in wars alongside the other major clans?

So… what is this?

Looking back at the history of the bloodbornes, at the time when the two great eras transitioned, at those vague records from the founding of the Holy Court, and at the myths that were clearly intentionally hidden or even destroyed, the answer… has become increasingly apparent.

“No… no way! This can’t be true!”

The young priest’s voice trembled, and he collapsed to the ground in despair.

However, the elderly cardinals who had entered this place with the investigation team wore complex expressions.

“Could it be… could the rumors from years ago be true? Could it be… that the blasphemous verses were accurate? Could it be… that our Holy Court was once a branch of the bloodborne lineage…”

A cardinal priest murmured, pale and shaken.

Silence…

After a moment, another cardinal priest looked at the statue of the Creator God at the front of the temple, his expression growing even more complicated.

“The church… never recorded any detailed accounts of the early days of its founding…”

More silence…

The clergy were lost, staring blankly at the exquisite relief murals, as if all strength had been drained from them.

Clearly, their worldview, established since the foundation of their faith, was crumbling today.

“Calm down! Everyone! We still don’t know exactly where we are! We came here tracking heretics, and all of this is probably a plot by the heretics to shake our faith!”

Grandmaster Angus of the Templar Knights shouted.

“But… but…”

Some of the priests looked at the holy light that had not yet faded from the Grandmaster’s body, hesitant to speak.

Angus noticed their gazes as well. He looked down at himself, fell silent for a moment, and then regained his composure.

“But what? But the statue here responds to me?”

“Don’t forget! The heretics possess the Myrick Shrine! The Myrick Shrine can not only create space but also construct illusions within that space! There can’t possibly be two Holy Palaces in this world, this must be an illusion created by the heretics!”

As he said this, Grandmaster Angus looked toward Charlotte.

“Your Holiness, say something too! Strengthen everyone’s faith; we must not let the heretics’ plot succeed!”

However, he was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.

He saw that, at some point, Charlotte had walked up to the statue of the Creator God.

Her gaze was fixed on the towering statue, filled with an indescribable complexity.

Although her figure seemed much smaller compared to the statue, when she stood beside it, there was a subtle sense that she was somehow more imposing.

“So this is it, so you… left me this gift…”

He heard her softly murmur.

“Your Holiness?”

Angus called out again.

But Charlotte, seemingly entranced by something, did not respond.

Angus then looked at Cardinal Selina, but she too was lost in thought, as if pondering something.

He looked toward the other cardinals, but they avoided his gaze with complicated expressions.

Angus’s expression changed several times.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, even he had to acknowledge that after witnessing the Holy Oath and seeing the content of the murals, nearly all the high-ranking clergy present had been shaken.

Gritting his teeth, Angus’ face hardened as he shouted:

“Templar Knights, hear my command! Destroy all these blasphemous and evil reliefs and murals!”

The Templar Knights looked at each other, hesitation in their expressions.

“What’s the matter? Are you really starting to believe the lies these heretics have crafted? This is all a plot by the heretics! It’s a conspiracy by those who betrayed the Creator God and the creation myths!”

Angus roared in anger.

“Haha, those who betrayed the creation myths? How laughable! Angus, you pitiful, ignorant man, you truly are a loyal dog of Harald, that thief of faith!”

A voice, ancient and authoritative, echoed through the temple, accompanied by the sound of a staff striking the ground. From the shadows of the temple emerged Pope Gregory XII.

He was dressed in ornate robes, wearing a holy crown, with a golden sun symbol emblazoned on his vestments.

“Gregory!”

Grandmaster Angus’s expression turned stern, his eyes blazing with anger.

Cardinal Selina and the other cardinals quickly regained their composure, their faces guarded as they watched the appearance of the “fallen” pope.

But Gregory XII didn’t look at them.

His gaze rested on the tall statue, or more precisely, on the young woman standing before it.

He slightly bowed, respectfully performing an ancient gesture toward her, and smiled.

“Your Holiness, we… meet again.”

Then he paused, his smile fading as his expression became solemn, but his bow remained respectful, showing the deference of a subordinate before a superior.

“No…”

“Perhaps, I should address you by your true title, such as… Nyx, or… the True Ancestor of Blood!”

“Would you say I’m correct, O Origin of the Bloodborne, Eternal Night Monarch, the Returning Immortal, Master of the Blood Moon, and True Ancestor of Blood… ‘Great’ Savior?”

Nyx… the True Ancestor of Blood?!

The clergy’s eyes widened in shock.

In an instant, all eyes turned to the young woman standing before the statue.