Gospel of Blood-Chapter 614 : The Blood Demon Archduke

Abaddon did not respond to Charlotte’s words.

He simply stood there silently, staring at her with his crimson-black eyes, like a lifeless puppet.

Charlotte did not avoid his gaze, calmly meeting his eyes. The two Demigods locked gazes, their crimson and dark red divine powers intertwining, while faint glimmers of platinum and pale light flickered around them.

In the sky above, clouds churned, lightning flashed, and thunder roared.

Within the Holy City, magic raged, and space trembled.

At that moment, the entire world seemed to be drawn by the two divine beings.

For that instant, Charlotte and Abaddon appeared to be the center of the world.

A crash of thunder split the air, and crimson lightning tore through the sky.

In the next moment, Abaddon vanished.

No one could see how he disappeared.

Those who had fled far away only saw the black figure in the sky suddenly disappear, and at the same time, Charlotte instinctively raised her hand.

The void tore open, and a massive scythe appeared out of nowhere, launching a surprise attack aimed at Charlotte’s pale neck. However, as if she had foreseen it, she calmly raised two fingers and gently caught the scythe.

A terrifying wave of energy spread outward from the scythe and her fingertips, forming a massive ripple that expanded rapidly, toppling buildings, snapping trees, and ravaging the area like a hurricane.

On the ground, the extraordinary individuals were blown away like ants by the storm of divine power.

The Legendary clerics’ faces changed dramatically.

They all simultaneously unleashed their divine power, combining their efforts to construct a protective divine barrier, barely managing to hold back the terrifying storm and prevent further destruction within the Holy City.

And this… was merely the aftershock of the clash between two mythical beings.

Was this the power of a Demigod?

Staring in awe and fear at the figures in the sky, the Legendary clerics couldn’t help but swallow hard.

It had been too long since a myth had appeared in Myria.

Even the so-called “Evil Gods” that had recently been resurrected were often sealed or destroyed by the church while still in their weaker stages, never reaching their full potential.

But today was different. For the first time, the clerics felt the terrifying power of a fully restored myth.

Yes, fully restored.

Sensing the immense power of the two divine beings and comparing it to the records in ancient texts, the clerics were certain that the two entities hovering above the Holy City had fully recovered their mythical strength!

Meanwhile, in the sky above…

Blocking Abaddon’s sneak attack with a single hand, Charlotte began to deduce more.

The technique behind that strike was indeed Abaddon’s from her memories, and the force behind it was at a Demigod’s level.

However… it was too rigid, lacking flexibility. That was why she had been able to sense it and predict it in advance.

Could it be…

Charlotte gazed thoughtfully at her opponent.

At the same time, Abaddon disappeared again after his failed strike.

Charlotte instinctively shifted her body to the side, and in the next moment, the scythe appeared once more, enveloped in dark divine power, aiming for her. However, it missed as it passed by her slightly shifted form, slashing through the air in front of her chest.

The dark divine power, like black lightning, cut through the ground below, leaving a deep, bottomless rift.

Accompanied by a deafening explosion, the mountain outside the Holy City, Mount St. John, which stood over a thousand meters high, erupted in a series of fireworks-like blasts. The legendary divine barrier protecting the “Holy Mountain” was torn apart in an instant like paper. The entire mountain crumbled in the ensuing avalanche of dust and debris.

“Gulp…”

Seeing the collapse of the Holy Mountain, the clerics once again swallowed hard, their awe-filled gazes becoming even more dazed.

Mount St. John was the sacred site where the Holy Kingdom’s first Pope had preached, and it was one of the kingdom’s holiest places, protected by layer upon layer of legendary divine spells.

Even during the siege of the Theocracy by Evil Gods, that divine shield had never been broken. But now, it was as if it didn’t even exist.

The power of the Blood Demon Archduke… was this terrifying?

Was he truly just a Demigod?

That was the thought shared by all the Legendary clerics.

The Blood Demon Archduke was indeed a Demigod.

Glancing at the destruction caused by the divine power, and sensing the increasingly active blood divine power within her, Charlotte’s thoughts stirred.

It seemed that the magical energy in Myria had become significantly more active since she and Abaddon descended, as if some kind of switch had been flipped, a condition met, or a barrier breached.

Though mortals could not yet sense this change in the short term, Charlotte, as a Demigod, could clearly feel it.

Although it wasn’t quite as active as it had been two thousand years ago when she first traveled to the past, it was much higher than when she had just returned.

In other words, unlike the myths that had descended in the past millennium and could only wield power close to that of a Demigod, the myths of today… could now unleash the full power of a Demigod in Myria.

“I see… So you’ve calculated that it’s now possible to wield Demigod-level power? But unfortunately… a puppet controlled by a divine soul can never defeat the current me.”

Charlotte spoke calmly.

A puppet controlled by a divine soul?!

Albrecht, who was being crushed by the Blood Demon Archduke’s aura, widened his eyes in shock.

With a casual snap of her fingers, Charlotte summoned a downpour of platinum divine power, illuminating the Holy City from above.

The divine light spread, one by one illuminating darkened streets. In just a few seconds, the disabled divine barriers of the Holy City were restored on their own.

Not only that, but the divine power enveloping the city grew even more radiant, as if it were being wielded by the Creator God himself.

The clerics had been shocked into numbness.

“God… God Nyx, is truly the subordinate of our Lord?”

One of the legendary clerics, who had come to support, muttered in disbelief.

The platinum-colored divine power enveloped the Holy City, forming a sturdy barrier that protected the entire city.

At the same time, crimson divine energy spread outward from Charlotte, extending across the sky.

As the crimson energy spread, the thick clouds gradually dissipated, revealing a blood-red moon hanging in the sky.

The heavens remained dark.

But it was no longer an oppressive darkness filled with storm clouds—it was an eternal night, as if nighttime had fallen over everything.

The blood moon behind Charlotte bathed her in a mysterious and ethereal glow.

Every God possesses their own divine realm.

Charlotte was no exception.

In the past, her divine realm was the manifestation of an ancient castle within the mental world.

But now, as a Demigod, she had long been able to externalize her divine realm, and as the True Ancestor of Blood, her divine domain was the “Night of the Blood Moon.”

“Alright, now let me see just how strong you really are.”

Charlotte said.

In the next moment, her figure disappeared.

When she reappeared, she was beside the Blood Demon Archduke.

With a single kick, the Blood Demon Archduke flew like a meteor into the distant mountains, causing several peaks to collapse in his wake.

A dark aura rose as the Blood Demon Archduke’s figure ascended from the collapsed mountains, looking far more battered than before.

He gazed expressionlessly at Charlotte, then swung his scythe, once more charging toward her.

Watching the Blood Demon Archduke flying toward her, Charlotte was intrigued.

“Quite resilient. Bring it on!”

Soon, she too transformed into a crimson streak of light, rushing toward her opponent.

On the ground below, mortals—including even the Legendary priests—could no longer clearly witness the battle between these two Gods.

All they could see was the blood moon piercing through the clouds, while the clouds attempted to cover it once again.

Crimson and dark energies collided and intertwined in the sky, with each clash releasing terrifying waves of power that shook the hearts of all who witnessed it.

While the Holy City remained stable under the protection of divine power, the nearby mountains and forests outside the city were ravaged as if the world itself was ending. The landscape was transformed, with mountains collapsing and rivers changing course.

Under the destructive power of the Gods, humans could only cower like ants, trembling beneath the divine protection granted by the Gods, praying fervently.

After nearly twenty minutes of this terrifying clash of divine forces, the battle between the Gods finally ended.

The dark clouds in the sky were completely scattered, and in the eternal night, the bright blood moon hung majestically, casting its ethereal glow.

In the air, a black figure fell like a meteor, crashing into the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

It was the Blood Demon Archduke.

His armor was almost entirely shattered, and even the scythe in his hand was broken into two pieces, making him look utterly beaten.

Crimson light descended as Charlotte, bathed in divine power, landed in front of him.

Compared to the Blood Demon Archduke, Charlotte was in far better shape. She was barely injured, though her aura had diminished slightly from the beginning, indicating that defeating the Blood Demon Archduke had taken quite a toll on her.

“After all this time, I suppose the seal should be breakable now?”

Charlotte said calmly.

She then approached the Blood Demon Archduke and pointed at his forehead from a distance.

Crimson light spread out, quickly enveloping the Blood Demon Archduke’s body, causing him to tremble violently.

Soon, a pale light appeared on his forehead, revealing a sun-shaped mark.

However, that sun mark looked dim, as though much of its energy had been depleted.

“So it was you.”

Charlotte sneered coldly before suddenly applying force. The sun symbol on the Blood Archduke’s forehead flew out.

With a slight grip, Charlotte crushed the sun symbol into pieces as easily as if it were a bubble.

The Blood Demon Archduke’s body trembled violently once more.

Moments later, he finally grew calm.

A weathered, ancient aura began to rise from his body as he opened his eyes once again.

Gone were the pitch-black sclera and the blood-red, crazed pupils.

Instead, there were now amber, demonic slit pupils—the very eyes Charlotte remembered from the Blood Demon Archduke’s demon lineage.

Seeing the confusion and dullness in his gaze, Charlotte smiled.

“Well, Abaddon, you’ve finally come to your senses.”

“Savior… Your Majesty?”

Abaddon’s voice was hoarse.

But in the next moment, Charlotte saw his expression twist with pain, his body trembling violently.

The pale light reappeared on his body as he clutched his head, enduring what seemed to be excruciating pain, while he muttered in a low growl.

“Run… Run!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a burst of crimson light erupted from him, transforming into an enormous and intricate sacrificial array that enveloped both Charlotte and the Blood Demon Archduke.

At the same time, a silvery moonlight quickly spread, covering the blood moon in the sky.

The light faded, the blood moon vanished, and in its place hung an illusory, dreamlike silver moon.

The silver moon hung high, surrounded by complex and mysterious runes, illuminating the entire Holy City.

Seeing the silver moon in the sky, Nice, watching from a distance, frowned.

“This power… it’s the Dreamy Moon’s Heart!”

Dark power erupted once again.

The Blood Demon Archduke’s eyes turned black and blood-red once more.

He stood up, but under the glow of the silver moon, his aura had grown vast and unfamiliar.

A pale divine power spread around him, and with a smirk and a hoarse, mocking tone, he spoke.

“Nyx, we meet again at last.”