Gospel of Blood-Chapter 670 : The Gospel of Blood

“Holy sh—! What the hell is going on?!”

A shrill cry rang out from the young lady’s bedchamber. Staring at the petite, adorable figure reflected in the mercury mirror, the dazed blonde girl’s pupils were filled with nothing but confusion and shock.

That was the very first sentence Xia Luo uttered after transmigrating into this world.

Perfect, textbook-standard Chinese.

Watching her freshly transmigrated self, Charlotte felt an indescribable sense of fate welling up inside her.

Countess Castell had indeed summoned a “holy spirit.”

But the one who had pulled Xia Luo’s soul into this world… was Charlotte herself, as she was now.

The earliest history could no longer be traced, but this crucial link of transmigration and reincarnation had now been personally filled in by Charlotte’s own hand.

At this point, the final piece of the spacetime puzzle was complete, and the shattered history was fully restored.

From the perspective of an observer, Charlotte watched her past self blush bright red, curiously familiarizing herself with her new body and eagerly exploring this other world.

Luckily, there was no third person present.

Otherwise, seeing that excitement tinged with a faintly odd smile, Charlotte feared she really might not have been able to resist erasing her own memories on the spot.

Charlotte did nothing unnecessary.

The river of time had already been repaired, the shattered spacetime had already closed, and now… she had also lost the ability to leave the Myria world and return to the river of time above it.

At this moment, to rashly intervene and “change” history would inevitably alert the Origin.

She did not interfere with anything that happened at Castell Manor.

She coldly watched as Countess Castell carved sacrificial arrays in the basement, watched as the woman repeatedly prayed for power from the Bloodborne Archduke who had been corrupted by the Origin.

She watched her past self be successfully drugged and once again hung upon the cross.

She watched as her past self fell out with Countess Castell, who then, amid a feral grin, drove a hideous tentacle straight through the girl’s abdomen.

“O soul from another world—this is an existence a hundred times more precious than a true saint’s spirit!”

“What is a holy saint, really?”

“As long as I blood-sacrifice you, I will surely receive the Lord’s grace and gain divine favor beyond anything before!”

The old woman laughed wildly, utterly unrestrained and mad.

The girl, vomiting blood without end, stared wide-eyed and couldn’t help but curse.

“Fine then… damn you!”

Crimson light flared atop the sacrificial array, and the blonde girl’s gaze gradually grew dull amid blood loss and the approach of death.

At that moment, Charlotte knew—it was time for her to act.

Crimson radiance burst forth as her divine body abruptly transformed, shrinking again and again until it finally became a phantom book.

Then, that illusory book leapt forward and plunged into the girl bound to the cross.

Charlotte… had become the bloodborne’s supreme divine artifact—the golden finger that had once accompanied her all the way to growth and ascension: the Gospel of Blood!

The crimson book entered the blonde girl’s body.

Immediately afterward, the girl on the cross saw a line of ancient text surface in her field of vision…

【Gospel of Blood has detected an ongoing divine ritual—】

【Ritual Name: Bloodline Sacrifice Ritual】

【Offering: Charlotte de Castell】

【Sacrificer: Elaine de Castell】

【Recipient: Bloodborne Archduke Abaddon】

……

【Interception Probability: 100%】

【Intercept?】

……

The blonde girl’s eyes were vacant for a moment—then she was overwhelmed by ecstasy.

“Intercept! I want to intercept it!”

Charlotte heard her soul howl.

History unfolded once more, exactly as Charlotte herself had experienced it before.

With the power of the Gospel of Blood, the girl successfully reversed the sacrifice and turned the tables at the brink of death.

But at the same time, that reversal altered her bloodline, transforming her into a bloodborne.

Sensing a trace of subtle Origin power hidden within that bloodborne bloodline, Charlotte’s gaze flickered slightly.

“So that’s how it was…”

“So it was already then that it began seeping its power into me?”

Yet she did nothing more.

She merely played the role of the Gospel of Blood, guiding herself at appropriate moments just as the gospel in her memories once had.

She granted her past self true blood-divine power, successfully purifying her bloodline to the level of a True Ancestor.

She guided her past self to continuously gather the scattered gospel fragments and grow without cease.

And each time her past self collected a fragment, Charlotte would grant a reward, appropriately unlocking a bit more authority and power.

As for those fragments her past self collected—

They were not true fragments of the gospel at all.

They were fragments of the imitation Gospel of Blood that Lilith had created to contact her.

Collecting fragments was never the real goal. It was a performance for the Origin’s eyes—and beyond that, once enough fragments were gathered, Charlotte could also use them as a medium to awaken Lilith’s still-slumbering true body—the Moon Goddess Artemis.

History advanced along its predetermined track.

With her golden finger, “Charlotte” grew rapidly, successfully inherited her domain, and, just like before, began cultivating her own power base.

Her strength continued to rise, her bloodline drawing ever closer to that of a true True Ancestor of Blood—until… the moment she traversed history.

The gate of spacetime opened once more, the river of time appeared again, and Charlotte, in the form of the Gospel of Blood, cast her gaze toward it—seeing once again that shattered river of time.

But that was only the surface.

In the depths of her vision that pierced all things, that once-broken river of time was in fact already completely whole. Those shattered scenes were merely an illusion.

“Is this the Origin’s disguise… trying to lure me into acting?”

Charlotte quickly grasped the scheme behind it.

History had already been fixed, and a fixed history would become a cage for one who traversed time.

To put it in simpler terms, a fixed history was like a railway track already laid down.

The “Charlotte” who traveled into the past was like a train running along that track. If she wished to return to the future, she would have to follow the predetermined rails.

If Charlotte mistakenly believed that she could influence history again by acting alongside her past self’s traversal, it would be equivalent to derailing the train.

And in that case, not only would it fail to affect real history, it would instead produce false historical fragments independent of true history—and the Charlotte who tried to change history would be trapped within those fragments, facing the Origin’s ambush.

So… she did not act.

She coldly observed everything continue forward along the course of history. The only thing she did was, at appropriate moments and in accordance with historical development, help her past self grow stronger.

She unreservedly bestowed all blood-divine power upon her past self and personally forged the Guardian Scepter to protect her, while her past self surged ahead unstoppable, her realm and strength skyrocketing like a rocket.

Everything Charlotte had once experienced continued to unfold exactly as she had once experienced it.

History that had already happened continued to happen just as it had before.

Until…

Until the “Xia Luo” who had transmigrated to the Myria world stepped into the Creation-rank—and the Origin fully awakened.

The river of time, too, reached its end.