MTL - Tome of Blood-Chapter 3 -3-Who the **** are you? !

  Chapter 3-3-Who the **** are you? !

  Goldfinger may be late, but he will never be absent.

  When she saw the dialog box that looked like a novel system in her field of vision, Charlotte knew that she was saved.

  I... was able to intercept this old hag's sacrifice?

  Intercept!

   Must be intercepted!

  Charlotte, who was getting more and more tired, had no extra energy to think more. She knew very well that she couldn't hold on for too long now, and the breath of death was approaching.

  Charlotte made the choice almost without hesitation.

【mistake…】

  【Interception...failed...】

  【Detected... Missing information from the scriptures...】

  【Self-repair begins...】

  【Repair completed...】

  【The Great Lord of the Holy Book】

  【Please redraft your own symbol】

  Charlotte: …

  The text continued to change, but the ceremony did not stop.

  Charlotte felt as if she was connected to something in the dark.

  A illusory parchment appeared in her vision, and various patterns were constantly changing on it according to her mind.

  凎!

  Why is it so troublesome!

  Charlotte, whose consciousness is getting more and more blurred, is going crazy.

  She knew that if she didn't stop the sacrificial ceremony, she would die.

   Biting the tip of her tongue, she concentrated the last bit of energy, and casually reflected the thorns and roses pattern on the top of the bed that came into view every morning after getting up.

  【Symbol drafted】

  【Interception start】

   In a trance, Charlotte only felt a mysterious force suddenly acting on her body.

  Amidst the ups and downs of prayer, her consciousness became clear again, but her vision changed miraculously.

  Charlotte "sees" the surrounding situation again.

  However... it is no longer from the perspective of "Charlotte", but a bird's-eye view like an observer.

   She seemed to have come to a towering illusory castle, sitting high on the Blood Throne, with a simple blood-colored book floating in front of her.

  Under the throne, the basement has a panoramic view.

  The **** magic circle, the cold cross, the hanging girl, the mad old woman praying fervently...

  Everything seems to be crawling under her feet.

  The countess in the magic circle kept prostrating, facing Charlotte's eyes.

  That feeling...like worshiping Charlotte himself.

  A wonderful feeling of condescending and looking down on the ants appeared in the girl's heart, making her feel that she is the master of everything...

  A new dialog box slowly emerges—

  【Successfully Intercepted the Bloodline Sacrifice Ceremony】

  【Ritual recipient changed to: Charlotte de Castel】

  【Is the procedure terminated or modified? 】

  Looking at the new text, the girl's eyes widened.

  Recalling the ferocious smile of the old witch just now, the aggrieved anger churned in her heart again.

  Charlotte did not hesitate, and shouted in consciousness:

   "Modify! I want to modify!"

   "The sacrifice and the sacrificer are exchanged!"

   "The sacrifice is her, and the sacrifice is me!"

   Want to blood sacrifice my soul?

   His uncle!

   Then let's see who sacrificed whom!

  …

  The Countess of Castel was very excited.

   Ten years...

   She has been preparing for this day for ten years!

  As long as she completes this bloodline sacrifice ceremony, she will be able to successfully obtain the innate bloodline of the Castel family, bid farewell to old age, and regain her youth!

   Not only that, as long as she successfully sacrifices this alien soul, she is more likely to get a gift from the gods!

   That is the legendary grace!

  The divine grace that mortals dream of!

  Once obtained, she will have incredible power and become the legendary apostle of God!

  Thinking of the bright future, the Countess of Castel became more and more excited.

   "Great Grand Duke Bloodfiend! Please cast your gaze!"

  She held up the **** torn page and called out fervently.

  The magic circle was full of light, and the blood-like moonlight poured down, forming a crimson fog.

  An ancient and vast stalwart atmosphere slowly gathered in the basement, as if some kind of terrifying and mysterious existence traveled through countless time and space, and cast its gaze at this moment.

coming!

  The gaze of the gods is coming!

  The Countess' breathing became heavy.

  She raised her head with difficulty, and looked through the layers of fog, her eyes were unprecedentedly frantic and disturbed.

  In the **** mist, a simple and majestic illusory throne gradually transformed.

  On the throne, the scarlet radiance gathers, and it seems that the existence of an ancient stalwart is slowly descending...

   My Lord!

   is my lord!

   The eyes of the Lord are upon me!

  The Countess's eyes widened, she held her breath, her face flushed, her whole body trembled, and her eyes were full of anticipation.

  The brilliance gathered and condensed into a human form.

   Immediately after—

  She saw a familiar petite figure...

   Countess: …

   "Su...Charlotte?!"

  She froze for a moment.

   At the same time, Charlotte, who was sitting high on the throne, smiled at her with a misty and ethereal voice:

   "My dear grandmother, your sacrifice...I accept it."

  The sacrificial circle suddenly lit up, and crimson radiance soared into the sky.

  In the Countess' astonished eyes, the blood-like light instantly swallowed her...

"Ah ah ah ah ah-!"

  The Countess of Castel suddenly let out a heart-piercing cry of pain.

  Her body, which was already old, was rapidly aging and withering under the radiance of blood.

   At the same time, Charlotte on the cross felt a warm current pouring into the wound in her lower abdomen along the tentacles, like rain after a long drought.

  A kind of warm and strange power kept wandering in the body, and the fatal injury quickly began to repair.

   That feeling is quite amazing, it is difficult to describe it in words.

  If you really want to say it, it's like being in a warm and comfortable bath, and it seems like the aftertaste after some kind of strenuous exercise.

   Refreshing, intoxicating, intoxicating, and endless aftertaste.

  Charlotte seemed to be a hungry glutton, greedily snatching and devouring everything from the Countess of Castel.

   "Ahhhh—!"

   "No! Don't! Don't take my power away! Don't take my power away!"

   "You... no, you, who are you?! Who the **** are you?!"

  The Countess of Castel screamed frantically and struggled constantly.

  However, the crimson light seemed to have life, imprisoning her tightly.

   Once the sacrificial ceremony begins, it cannot be stopped.

   "Stop! Please stop!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

   "The devil...! You **** devil!"

   "My Lord will not let you go! My Lord will not let you go!"

   "..."

   Gradually, the Countess of Castel's voice became smaller and smaller, and her struggling movements became weaker and weaker.

  Finally, after devouring for about five minutes, she completely lost her movement.

  The terrifying atmosphere pervading the surroundings instantly dissipated, and with a series of "plop plop" sounds, the living corpses of the maids and waiters kneeling around the magic circle fell to the ground one after another.

  As if they had lost their support, they turned into ordinary carrion corpses.

  In the magic circle, the brilliance also slowly faded, revealing the Countess of Castel wrapped in it.

  She has turned into a dehydrated mummy, with panic and confusion remaining on her shriveled face.

  The moonlight outside the skylight was covered by clouds again, and the magic circle on the ground was also dimmed.

  In the entire basement, only Charlotte was left alive.

  The wound on her abdomen has completely disappeared, not even a trace of scar is left, only horrific bloodstains remain.

   And her expression was somewhat intoxicated.

  That kind of wonderful devouring seems to be addictive, and the girl at this moment actually feels a strong sense of loss and unfulfilled desire.

  She felt as if she had taken some kind of powerful tonic, and her thinking became faster and clearer than ever before. There seemed to be endless energy in her body, and she seemed to be able to break free from the cross at any time.

want to…

   I want more!

  A hunger and thirst that is hard to describe in words came to my mind, with a strong addiction.

  Charlotte swallowed a mouthful of saliva that didn't exist, and forcibly suppressed the throbbing that seemed to be the instinct of the body.

  She didn't like the feeling of being addicted to drugs.

   Fortunately, this hunger and thirst only lasted for a while, and then disappeared.

  She closed her eyes and let out a long breath:

"it is finally over."

   At this moment, the locked iron door in the basement was suddenly smashed open amidst a roar.

  Among the turbulent dust, four or five knights in black robes, holding crosses and silver swords rushed in.

  The first person held the parchment aloft, with a cold and serious voice:

   "Countess of Castel, we are Knights of the Witcher."

"According to the real-name report, we have reason to suspect that you have been polluted to become a blood-born ghost, and it is related to the blood demon case in Boulder City during this period, and attempted to sacrifice blood to your granddaughter Charlotte de Castel ,you…"

   Before he could finish his sentence, he was immediately overwhelmed by the tragic scene in front of him.

   Huge scarlet magic circle.

  Hundreds of corpses that have been decomposing for an unknown amount of time.

  Falled in the magic circle, the female mummy whose status as a noble lady can be vaguely discerned.

  And on the blood-stained cross, there is a pitiful beautiful girl covered in bruises and ragged clothes...

  Seeing the stranger who broke into the door, Charlotte was also slightly taken aback.

  However, she quickly reacted.

   Misty mist flooded into the watery eyes in an instant, the girl sobbed in a low voice, her voice was weak, extremely tender and pitiful:

   "Woooooooooooooo..."

   "It hurts...it hurts..."

   "Uncle Knight...I'm so hurt and scared..."

   "Woooooooooooooo..."

   "..."

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  (end of this chapter)