MTL - Tome of Blood-Chapter 228 -78- Meet the "God"

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  Chapter 228-78-Access to the "God"

   "Earl Ulster? So he is calling me?"

   "Wait... he looks like this, could it be that he is under house arrest?"

   "Hiss... What an ugly symbol, no wonder the call has been looming all the time, it doesn't look like a rose of thorns at all! It's uglier than my handwriting, so it's really a miracle that I can sense it..."

  In the void, Charlotte's will "overlooked" Earl Ulster who was praying in front of the **** symbol, and finally knew who the culprit was that made her sleep bad these days.

   It seems that the Blood Earl seems to have encountered some troubles, and he chose to call to her, the "mysterious god"!

   "Is it troublesome..."

  Charlotte's heart moved slightly, and the consciousness that descended with the help of the divine power of blood quietly spread around Earl Urst.

   Immediately afterwards, she "saw" the scene outside the room.

  Yawning guards, intricate corridors, closed and solemn stone walls...

   This is a majestic and solemn castle.

  In the castle, there are many blood descendants and blood servants. In some houses, Charlotte can still see some familiar demon eye signs.

   "The Blood Demon Sect? Did they arrest Earl Ulster?"

  Charlotte's heart skipped a beat.

  Capturing a Blood Earl alive is much more difficult than defeating or even killing him.

  She immediately became vigilant, and her consciousness spreading to Xizhou became more cautious. However, what made her a little relieved was that she didn't perceive too strong aura for the time being.

  The guards in the castle are not even as strong as the Earl of Ulster, but the power of the Earl of Blood seems to be sealed, which makes him look so desperate.

  Of course, the absence of an overpowering aura is only temporary.

  Since a blood earl can be sealed and locked up, there must be a stronger...even legendary existence behind the scenes!

   After thinking for a while, Charlotte's eyes fixed on Earl Ulster again.

   She was really curious.

  As a blood descendant of Ness, even if he is captured by the Gorefiend Cult, he should pray to the prince of Ness himself.

   But why did the Blood Earl point to her?

  After pondering for a moment, Charlotte decided to respond to the other party's call and ask in person.

   After all, this was the first time she had been called by a blood clan.

  Through this thought, Charlotte increased the output of the divine power of blood, and began to summon the blood through the star in the sea of ​​crimson stars that symbolizes Earl Urst...

  …

   Earl Ulster regretted it.

  He regretted that he didn't take note of the symbol of the mysterious god, but he only knew that the image of the symbol was a rose of thorns.

  He originally thought that this common pattern in life had already been engraved in his mind, but when he really tried to describe it, he realized that "being able to recognize it" and "being able to draw it down" are completely different things.

  The direct result is that although he tried again and again, no matter how he tried, he couldn't get any response.

  Yurst doesn't know if it's because the symbols he drew are too unreal, or because he lacks a sacrificial circle or altar to resonate, but it's more likely that there are two reasons.

  After all... even if a mortal wants to pray to an unfamiliar god, he must use a sacred symbol of divine power, and a series of tedious ritual preparations are required.

   "Sure enough... just relying on nondescript symbols, and prayers without rituals and altars, it is impossible to convey the voice to the gods..."

   Yurst was a little depressed.

  Looking at the painted symbols on the ground around him, he could guess without thinking that the time left for him was getting less and less.

  The guard and Elder Maxim may appear at any time, and his hope is getting slimmer.

  However, just when Yurst lost his soul and became more and more desperate, a breeze suddenly blew in the room...

   Gradually, the symbols on the ground that looked like ghostly drawn symbols also flickered one by one, and began to twist like earthworms, as if they had life.

  Yurst, whose power was sealed, didn't notice the breeze, nor did he notice the changes in the "ghost symbols" on the ground.

   It wasn't until the crimson light became brighter and brighter that it finally attracted his attention.

"Ok?"

   Yurst's heart skipped a beat.

With his spirit lifted, he quickly got up and looked at the ground, only to see that the last crooked symbol he drew suddenly burst into a dense red light, and the other symbols around him started to move toward this place from all directions like fish. Dao symbols gather!

As the symbols continued to gather, the central symbol became clearer, and the crooked outline gradually became graceful and rounded, and finally turned into a decorative pattern that was exactly the same as the common decorative pattern in the furniture patterns in Earl Urst's memory. sign!

   "This... this is... this is the rose of thorns! The real rose of thorns!"

  Seeing the finally familiar symbol, Earl Urst showed excitement.

  The next moment, a bright light bloomed from the rose of thorns.

  He only felt that the ocean-like red radiance enveloped him, and a mysterious suction sucked towards him, directly "sucking" his consciousness into it...

  As if passing through countless voids, Yurst felt a sense of weightlessness spinning around.

  The crimson mist covered the sky, rushing in like a tide, and quickly flooded his vision.

  Yurster was in a trance for a while.

   And when his consciousness gradually came to his senses, he found that he was already standing in a foggy world.

   Immediately afterwards, the crimson mist boiled, and huge pillars and stone walls rose from the ground, slowly rising amidst rumbling noises.

  The black reliefs are transformed on the pillars and stone walls, vaguely outlining a lifelike mysterious mural, surrounded by intricate and exquisite thorns and roses.

  Yurster looked at the rapidly changing scene around him with a shocked face.

   And when the crimson mist gradually disappeared, he found himself standing in a majestic and mysterious old castle, and any decoration in this old castle perfectly fit the aesthetics of the blood race.

  Mysterious, weird, but faintly revealing sacredness and solemnity.

   "This...is this the Dark Night Castle?!"

  Looking at the mysterious and solemn buildings around him, Earl Urst couldn't help but lose his voice and almost jumped up.

  Night Castle...

  The Supreme Sanctuary where the True Ancestor of Blood summoned the descendants of blood. Although Earl Urst had only entered once with the Duke when he was young, he still had a deep memory.

  Memories that had accumulated for thousands of years were gradually awakened. Looking at the familiar decorations around him, Yurst's eyelids twitched wildly.

   However, when his eyes fell on the reliefs and murals on the wall, he quickly fell into doubt again.

  Because the reliefs and murals were not depicting the legends of the creation of blood descendants and the battle of the gods and gods recorded in the secluded castle where the true ancestor of blood lived deep in his memory, but stories he had never seen before.

  Among the crimson mist, there are four clear reliefs and murals.

   In one place, the depiction is a sacrifice that looks evil and holy.

  The girl tied to the cross, the huge sacrificial circle, the evil sacrificers howling in pain, and hundreds of living corpses falling backwards...

   One place depicts a majestic surrender ceremony.

  Sitting high on the throne, the tall woman whose face cannot be seen clearly, the mysterious majestic and shining thorny rose, and the flame elf kneeling on one knee under the steps, with a face of fanaticism and yearning...

   One place depicts a vast battle.

In the city under the darkness of night, there are ferocious demons who are trying to break out of the seal, female gods standing proudly above the sky, and the lightsaber in the hands of the gods who can feel the supreme power just by looking at them …

   And the last one is a prayer.

The thorny rose standing on the altar, the preacher wearing a hood, the werewolf priest with a fanatical expression who seemed to be singing the name of God to his companions loudly, and the pious one after another who were listening to the teachings under the holy emblem. believers...

No…

   This should not be the Dark Night Castle under the Crown of the True Ancestor. The Dark Night Castle under the Crown of the True Ancestor does not describe such a story, and... I have never heard of the above story.

  Looking at the four relief murals, Yurst calmed down slightly, and felt a little relieved.

  Although the True Ancestor of Blood has become history and legend, the legacy of the True Ancestor of Blood is still there.

   When he saw the surrounding scene just now, he was really taken aback. He was even more nervous and horrified than when he was caught by Elder Maxim.

but…

  It really looks like this place!

  Earl Ulster's gaze fell on the surroundings, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt the sense of déjà vu.

   Aside from the reliefs and murals that symbolize the legends of the gods, this place really looks like the ancient castle of the ancestors in his memory!

   "Have you seen enough? Bloodborn from Ness."

   Ethereal and lofty female voices came from all directions.

  Ethereal, mysterious, mature, and seems to have a wonderful charm.

  The voice is so beautiful, like a gripping divine comedy, and it seems to contain supreme majesty, which makes people feel awe and longing from the heart.

   And when the voice rang in Yurst's ear, he felt his heart stop for a moment, and the blood in his whole body seemed to boil in an instant, as if he was attracted by the ethereal and mysterious voice.

  A kind of awe that seemed to come from blood and soul slowly spread in his heart...

   Good... What a powerful spiritual force, it can so easily arouse my extraordinary blood!

  Yurster's heart was shaken, and he quickly looked back at the reliefs and murals.

  Everything extraordinary comes from God, and the mighty power of the gods can suppress the extraordinary power of the world.

But it is the first time he has met the blood that can shake his blood so easily, apart from the long-disappeared True Ancestor of Blood, the princes who commanded the blood clans, and the god-lord Haral who once fought against the blood clans. !

  Yurst's sight was all around, trying to find the source of the sound, but after going around to no avail, he had to kneel down on the spot, and said with awe:

   "Mysterious and great Your Majesty! Please forgive Yurst for his rudeness..."

   As he spoke, he hesitated a little, and mustered up his courage to grit his teeth and say:

   "Mysterious and great Your Majesty, Yurst... would like to ask for your summons, and pray... for your help!"

  Yurster's voice echoed in the solemn castle.

  He lowered his head, anxiously waiting for the god's answer.

  He knew that for a strange god, his request might be presumptuous, after all...he didn't even prepare altars and sacrifices.

   But now, Yurst can't care about anything.

  Ulster had never felt so long waiting for a response.

  Every second of silence seemed like a year had passed.

  Silence was accompanied by tremendous pressure, and just as Yurst became more and more nervous and nervous, the ethereal voice finally sounded again, like the sound of nature:

   "Come forward."

   As soon as the words fell, the ground of the castle began to tremble, and the crimson mist rolled up again.

Urst was refreshed. He looked up and saw the fog in front of him spreading to both sides, exposing the ever-changing ground. The stone slabs that seemed to have life continued to spread and turn, and they were built layer by layer, forming a straight line to the front. steps...

   After a little hesitation, Yurst took a step and walked up the steps.

And when he came to the end of the steps, he saw a high platform standing in front of him. On the high platform was a majestic and simple throne surrounded by complicated thorns and roses. On the throne, a woman wearing a black **** skirt She was leaning lazily, looking at him with interest while resting her chin.

  Under the misty mist, Yurst could not see the woman's face clearly, but could only see the mysterious and magnificent pair of red gold eyes and the long silver hair as smooth as silk in the mist.

   Even so, he can still feel the holiness and majesty, antiquity and vastness of women, the kind of worldly beauty and unparalleledness that cannot be concealed even if it is covered by fog.

  Yurst only felt that this vague image seemed familiar.

But when he recalled carefully, he seemed to be unable to remember anything, and after he hesitated a little, he even forgot what he wanted to recall just now, and only felt that the **** in front of him was so mysterious and beautiful , even if it is to cover up his appearance...

   Yurst dared not look again after one glance, for fear of offending this mysterious female god.

   He took a deep breath, saluted respectfully, and introduced himself again:

   "Four generations of the Ness clan, Earl of Blood, Ulster Ness, has seen the mysterious and great Crown Prince..."

   "May your glory shine on the world forever, and may all glory be on your throne!"

  Hearing Ulster's respectful compliment, which was almost flattering or even flattering, the "goddess" on the throne chuckled.

  I saw her change her posture slightly, put one slender white leg on the other lightly, knocked on the armrest of the throne, and said with a faint smile:

   "Blood descendant from Ness, I already know your reason for coming, just call me Dark Night."

   As she spoke, her eyes in the mist gradually became deeper, and her voice was also a little playful:

   "I have always followed the principle of equivalent exchange. Since you want to ask me for help, then... what price can you pay?"

  (end of this chapter)