pain.
Severe pain!
When Charlotte woke up again, she found that she was hanging on a metal cross, and four huge iron nails penetrated her left and right palms and the two crossed soles of her feet.
The gurgling blood flowed down the cross like a stream and poured into the grooves already carved on the ground.
Charlotte endured the pain and looked around. Under the dim crimson moonlight from the skylight, she could probably see that it was a circular pattern with a cross as the center. It was extremely complex and looked like a magic circle in a novel. It was surrounded by kneeling maids and maids in costumes. The waiter pretended to be a living corpse.
The Countess of Castells stood at the front, exuding an aura of trembling fear.
She was facing herself, holding a blood-red fragment in her hand, as if it had been torn from some ancient book.
Seeing Charlotte waking up leisurely, the countess smiled slightly, showing two sharp teeth:
"Yo, my baby, you're awake."
Charlotte's heart sank.
Hanging on a cross is not a good situation.
Combined with the strange-looking magic circle under him and the living corpses around him that were obviously doing some kind of prayer, Charlotte, who was familiar with Internet articles, had roughly guessed that she was probably being used as a sacrifice by the other party.
This world... is not an ordinary different world at all!
His brain was running rapidly, Charlotte sniffed, and the crystal tears fell down like silver beads in an instant, leaving two curved tear stains on her pretty pink face.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...grandma..."
She spoke softly and looked at Countess Castells with a weak, pitiful and helpless look.
Seeing that pitiful and unbearable appearance, even Countess Castel, who had turned into a monster, was slightly startled, and the terrifying aura on her body was faintly stagnant.
But soon, her gaze became profound again.
Scarlet eyes flickered slightly, and his greedy gaze slowly slid over Charlotte's body:
"What a charming little elf. It's a pity that she can't be adopted as a charming blood servant."
As she spoke, she opened her ferocious mouth and mocked like a hunter teasing her prey:
"Poor little thing, now... stop pretending."
"Little Charlotte has died of illness a long time ago. You are just the true spirit of the saint from the Holy Royal Court that I summoned to complete the final blood sacrifice ceremony."
"Haha... If I use the saint's true spirit as a sacrifice, my Lord will definitely be quite satisfied!"
The secret of time travel was exposed, and Charlotte felt her heart tighten.
But along with it, there was still a trace of doubt.
The true spirit of the saints of the Holy Royal Court
What the hell is that
As if he thought of something, Charlotte's heart moved slightly.
She quickly stopped sobbing and said quickly:
"Grandma, no, Countess of Castel, I think... there may be some misunderstanding between us..."
However, the old woman lost interest in continuing to chat and shook her head mockingly:
"Misunderstanding? Hey, pointless struggle."
After saying that, she took out a filthy cross from her arms and pointed it at the girl hanging in the air.
The old and crazy voice trembled slightly, and his expression was ferocious and fanatical:
"Come on! Holy Spirit! Let me appreciate your about-to-fall divine light and painfully twisted expression!"
A deep light bloomed on the cross, carrying an aura of chaos and evil.
In Countess Castel's cruel and tyrannical eyes, a dirty light shone on Charlotte.
"Wail! Scream! Feel... the pain and despair of darkness!"
not good!
Charlotte's heart tightened when she saw the evil halo that made people feel vomiting just by looking at it.
She was shocked and angry, unable to escape, so she could only turn her head sideways, close her eyes and grit her teeth.
The radiance of evil chaos enveloped the girl like mud thrown into the world.
However, the imagined pain did not come.
Except for feeling a little cold and there seemed to be countless crazy low whispers whispering in her ears, Charlotte did not feel any discomfort in her body.
Um
She tentatively opened her eyes.
The countess still held the filthy cross feverishly high, her expression extremely ferocious.
The light of the cross flickered, and the pressure was overwhelming, enveloping everything.
The basement was deep and cold, as if falling into an abyss.
But other than that…
Nothing happened.
Charlotte looked a little confused.
Although she didn't speak, her expression was a bit confused and confused, and seemed to be mixed with happiness and anxiety, which seemed to say:
That's it
The old woman was also stunned.
She frowned slightly and looked at the dirty cross in her hand carefully, as if trying to find out what was wrong.
After looking at it for a while, she frowned and raised the cross again, then stirred up her magic power again and sang in an even crazier voice:
"Scream! Beg for mercy! Shout in despair under the light of corruption!"
The deep light bloomed again, shrouding Charlotte's body, and it was even more evil and chaotic than the aura just now.
But this time.
Still nothing happened...
Charlotte:…
Countess:…
The two looked at each other.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
The old woman's expression instantly became ferocious, and the terrifying magic power erupted like a volcano:
"Why! Why don't you have the divine light in your body?! Why haven't you been corrupted by the fallen light?!"
The tsunami-like pressure continued to rise and fall, accompanied by crazy roars of filial piety, bringing unprecedented pressure to the girl.
However, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief quietly in her heart.
Combined with the old witch's previous words, she had roughly guessed the reason.
The girl regained her composure and her voice gained some confidence:
"Countess Castel, I think... there is a real misunderstanding between us."
"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"
The old woman's eyes were scarlet, and her expression was as dangerous as an angry beast.
Charlotte thought about the language and said:
"You must be performing some special ceremony, right? And this ceremony is related to the saints of the Holy Royal Court?"
"What I want to say is that I am actually not a saint of the Holy Royal Court."
"Well... you seem to have picked the wrong person."
The Countess of Castres was silent.
The next second, Charlotte felt a strong spiritual force coming on her body.
After a while, the mental power dissipated, and the countess's expression became extremely ugly:
"No sacred mark..."
"He is really not a saint of the Holy Royal Court!"
"How is this possible? How is this possible!"
"Since you are not a believer in the Holy Royal Court, why were you summoned by the Holy Spirit Summoning Ceremony?"
How would I know
I just worked overtime all night and fell asleep while wandering around the lake. Who knew I would be in this ghost place when I woke up!
What’s more, they even changed their genders!
Charlotte complained in her heart.
Her expression remained unchanged and she shook her head:
"I don't know either."
"When I woke up, I was like this."
As she spoke, she considered her words, showed what she thought was a friendly smile, and continued:
"Countess of Castres."
"As you can see, I am not the true spirit of the saint you need, and your sacrifice of me does not seem to make any sense."
"Maybe we can talk..."
"Let's talk? Do you think you are qualified?"
Countess Castel's red eyes flashed with a mocking look on her face.
Her murderous intention was so strong, as if the failure of the summoning was entirely attributed to Charlotte.
Charlotte had no doubt that if she couldn't give a suitable reason, the old witch in front of her would kill her without hesitation in the next second.
Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, Xia Luoyang calmed down and continued to smile:
"That's not necessarily true. Compared to a sacrifice that is doomed to fail, I feel that being alive will bring you more benefits."
"Summoning me here might be another unexpected surprise for you."
A man can bend and stretch.
Now in a life-and-death crisis, facing yet another crazy old woman who was obviously mentally unstable, Charlotte was so scared that she felt no pressure at all.
Put face and self-esteem aside for now.
Find a way to survive first!
"Oh? So... you still have some abilities that I don't know about?"
Countess Castel raised her eyebrows slightly.
This time, she looked at the girl carefully and seemed to be a little interested:
"Tell me, what do you know?"
Charlotte smiled slightly and continued:
"For example... I know how to make a lot of delicious food, and they are all delicacies you have never seen before."
After saying that, she saw Countess Castel's eyes move slightly.
This is also expected, judging from the broken memories Charlotte inherited, the Countess of Castel is indeed a gourmet.
only…
"If it's just delicious food, it won't be enough to buy your life, my little Charlotte."
The Countess shook her head slightly.
"I can still do business. Now the Castel family's industry, I am confident that it can be expanded several times within ten years..."
Charlotte pondered for a few seconds and continued to increase the amount.
Countess Castells was thoughtful and seemed to be moved.
But in the end, her gaze towards the girl remained unchanged, and her probing meaning was deeper.
Charlotte gritted her teeth:
"I also know a lot of knowledge that is not available in this world. Each piece of knowledge has the potential to bring changes to this era!"
"I… "
"etc!"
Hearing this, Countess Castel suddenly interrupted her.
I saw her squinting her eyes slightly and asked:
"You just said... you know a lot of knowledge that is not available in this world?"
Charlotte hesitated for a moment:
"Yes."
"You... come from another world?"
Charlotte subconsciously wanted to deny it.
But feeling the aura locked in her, she hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly:
"Yes."
Anyway, the secret of body-changing is already known.
Adding another one from another world, it seems to be nothing.
The Countess of Castres was silent again.
Gradually, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, turning into a satisfied smile, and that smile continued to bloom, becoming more and more wanton, and finally turned into an excited laughter:
"Hehe...hehe...hahaha..."
"Hahahahaha!"
"good, very good, excellent!"
Seeing that the other party was so happy, although Charlotte felt a little strange and uneasy, she was finally relieved for the time being.
Burying her fear, frustration and anger deep in her heart, she suppressed her anxiety and nervousness, tried to look relaxed, and said with a smile:
"It seems you are satisfied."
"So... can you put me down first?"
As she spoke, she twisted her body, which was almost unconscious from pain, and pretended not to care and sighed:
"Honestly, it's quite uncomfortable hanging here. I feel like my blood is almost drained..."
"Pfft..."
Dull pain suddenly came from the abdomen. Charlotte felt a strong sense of vomiting and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs.
She lowered her head slowly, with an incredible look on her face.
Beneath her body, a terrifying black tentacle as thick as a fist penetrated her belly and was twitching and stirring crazily inside.
On the other side of the tentacle was Countess Castel, whose smile faded and her face was expressionless.
"Why... why..."
Feeling the rapidly dissipating vitality, Charlotte's eyes widened, a little unwilling and confused.
The old woman sneered:
"Why? Of course, we will continue to perform sacrifices according to the ceremony."
As she spoke, her expression became ferocious and greedy, bloodthirsty and fanatical:
"Haha, unexpected surprise, you are right, you are really my unexpected surprise!"
"The soul of another world, this is a hundred times more precious than the true soul of a saint!"
“Who are the holy saints?”
"As long as I sacrifice your blood, I will receive the Lord's gift and receive unprecedented divine grace!"
Grass!
Like this
Charlotte cursed secretly.
She raised her head with difficulty and used her last strength to smile at the old woman:
"Okay...you're numb."
Countess Castells frowned.
Although she didn't understand the other party's awkward words, she instinctively felt that they were not good words.
Glancing at the increasingly rounded red moon outside the sky window, she grinned cruelly:
"The auspicious time has come."
"My unexpected joy...enjoy the last crimson moonlight!"
After saying that, she put down the dark cross and held up the blood-red page, her body glowing brightly.
Charlotte felt that she was locked by a strange force that was difficult to describe in words, and she instantly lost control of her body.
The blood in the body gradually boils, and the hideous wound on the abdomen seems to be burning continuously. This is a sign of the beginning of the sacrificial ceremony...
have to.
I have to kneel down after just two days of time travel. I am afraid that there is no time traveler who is worse than me.
Charlotte sighed in her heart.
If she had known this was going to happen... She shouldn't be so reserved after traveling through time. She should study her new body carefully first.
With such random thoughts, time seems to have become slower than ever.
At the same time, the melodious prayers of Countess Castel and the living corpses slowly reached Charlotte's ears:
"The master who wanders between the abyss and the present world,"
"Depravity and decay personified,"
“The Savior of the Blood Seed…”
"The Great Blood Demon Archduke—Abaddon!"
"Your humble servant, I pray for your grace..."
"I would like to offer the most precious blood of the Castel family and the soul from another world, and pray that you will grant eternal youth and vitality to your humble servant..."
Um…
This prayer…
It seems...somewhat familiar...
Just as Charlotte's consciousness gradually faded, her vision suddenly brightened.
In the scarlet light, a series of simple and strange words slowly appeared before her eyes:
The Book of Blood detects a divine ritual in transit—
Technical name: Blood Sacrifice Ceremony
Sacrifice: Charlotte de Castel
Sacrifice: Yinlaine de Castel
Recipient: Blood Demon Archduke Abaddon
Effect of the spell: Using the sacrifice of one's own bloodline as a guide, the sacrificer gets the power of his bloodline and life force, and the recipient gets his soul and memory.
Interception probability judgment: 100%
Intercept
Charlotte:…