"The Earl of Ulster? So it was he who called me?"
"Wait... He looks like this, is he under house arrest?"
"Hiss... What an ugly symbol! No wonder the call was so vague. This doesn't look like a thorny rose at all! It's even uglier than my handwriting. 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 bloody symbol, and she finally knew who was the culprit who had prevented her from sleeping well in the past few days.
It seems that the Blood Count seemed to have encountered some troubles and chose to call upon her, the "mysterious god"!
"Is it troublesome..."
Charlotte's heart moved slightly, and the consciousness that descended with the power of blood quietly spread around with Earl Yust as the center.
And then, she "saw" the scene outside the room.
Yawning guards, intricate corridors, closed and solemn stone walls...
This is a majestic and solemn castle.
There are many blood descendants and blood servants in the castle, and Charlotte can also see some familiar devil's eye symbols in some houses.
"The Blood Demon Cult? Did they capture Count Yust?"
Charlotte's heart skipped a beat.
Capturing a Blood Count alive is much more difficult than defeating or even killing him.
She became alert instantly, and the consciousness that spread towards Xi Zhou became more cautious. However, what made her feel a little relieved was that she did not sense any overly powerful aura for the time being.
The guards in the castle were not even as strong as Earl of Eustace. It was just that the power of the Blood Earl seemed to be sealed, which made him look so destitute.
Of course, the lack of overly strong aura is only temporary.
Since they were able to seal the power of a Blood Count and lock him up, there must be someone stronger behind the scenes... maybe even a legendary one!
After thinking for a while, Charlotte's eyes were fixed on Earl of Ulster again.
She is really curious.
As a descendant of Ness, even if he was captured by the Blood Demon Cult, he should pray to Ness's own prince.
But why did the Blood Count 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 was called by a vampire.
With this thought in mind, Charlotte increased the output of blood power and began to summon blood through the star that symbolized Earl Yust in the crimson sea of stars...
…
The Earl of Eustace was very regretful.
He regretted that he did not memorize the symbol of the mysterious god carefully. He only knew that the symbol meant thorny rose.
He originally thought that this common pattern in life had already been engraved in his mind, but when he actually tried to describe it, he found that "being able to recognize it" and "being able to draw it" are two completely different things.
The direct result was that although he tried again and again, he could not get any response no matter every time.
Yurst didn't know whether it was because the symbols he drew were too different from the original or because there was a lack of a resonant sacrificial array or altar, but it was more likely that it was a combination of both.
After all... even if a mortal wanted to pray to an unfamiliar god, he had to use the holy symbol of divine power and go through a series of tedious ritual preparations.
"As expected... relying on nonsensical symbols and prayers without even rituals or altars, it is impossible to convey the voice to the gods..."
Yust was somewhat dejected.
Looking at the symbols drawn on the ground around him, he could guess without thinking that the time he had left was getting less and less.
The guards and Elder Maxim could appear at any time, and his hope was becoming increasingly slim.
However, just as Yulster was losing his mind and becoming more desperate, a breeze suddenly blew in the room...
Gradually, the symbols on the ground that looked like ghostly drawings began to flicker and began to twist like earthworms, as if they had life.
Yurst, whose power was sealed, did not notice the breeze, nor did he notice the changes in the "ghostly drawings" on the ground.
It wasn't until the crimson light grew brighter that it finally caught his attention.
"Um?"
Yust's heart skipped a beat.
He perked up and quickly got up to look at the ground, only to see that the last crooked symbol he drew suddenly emitted a hazy red light, and the other symbols around it began to converge towards this symbol from all directions like swimming fish!
As the symbols continued to converge, the symbol in the center became clearer and clearer, and the crooked outline gradually became graceful and rounded, and finally turned into a symbol that was exactly the same as the decorative pattern commonly seen in furniture patterns in Count Yust's memory!
"This... This is... This is a thorny rose! A real thorny rose!"
Seeing the symbol that finally became familiar to him, Earl Eustace was excited.
The next moment, a brilliant light bloomed from the thorny rose.
He only felt that he was enveloped by an ocean-like red light, and a mysterious suction force was sucking him in, "sucking" his consciousness directly...
As if he had traveled through countless voids, Yust felt a dizzying sense of weightlessness.
The crimson mist covered the sky and earth, surging in like a tide, quickly drowning his vision.
Yust was dazed.
When his consciousness gradually became clear, he found himself standing in a foggy world.
Immediately afterwards, the crimson mist boiled, and huge pillars and stone walls rose from the ground, slowly rising up amidst loud rumbling sounds.
The black reliefs transform on the pillars and stone walls, vaguely outlining a lifelike and mysterious mural, surrounded by intricate and exquisite thorns and roses.
Yust looked at the rapidly changing scene around him with shock on his face.
When the crimson mist gradually disappeared, he found himself standing in a majestic and mysterious castle. Every decoration in the castle perfectly matched the vampire's aesthetic.
It is mysterious and strange, yet faintly reveals a sacredness and solemnity.
"This... Is this the Dark Night Castle?!"
Looking at the mysterious and solemn buildings around him, Earl Yust couldn't help but lose his voice and almost jumped up.
Dark Night Castle...
The Supreme Sanctuary where the Blood True Ancestor summoned the Blood Descendants. Although Earl Yust had only entered it once when he was young with the Duke, he still remembered it vividly.
Memories that had been deposited for thousands of years were gradually awakened. Looking at the familiar decorations around him, Yust's eyelids twitched wildly.
However, when his eyes fell on the reliefs and murals on the wall, he soon fell into confusion again.
Because what the reliefs and murals depicted were not the legends of the creation of the blood descendants and the battles for the thrones of the gods recorded in the ancient castle where the Blood True Ancestor lived in seclusion deep in his memory, but stories he had never seen before.
In the crimson mist, there are four clear reliefs and murals.
In one place, a sacrifice that looks both evil and sacred is depicted.
A girl tied to a cross, a huge sacrificial array, an evil priest wailing in pain, and hundreds of zombies falling backwards...
One place depicts a solemn and majestic ceremony of submission.
A tall woman sitting on the throne whose face could not be seen clearly, a mysterious and majestic thorny rose with dazzling light, and a fire elf kneeling on one knee at the foot of the stairs with a look of enthusiasm and yearning...
In one place, a vast battle is depicted.
In the city at night, the hideous demons trying to break out of their seals, the female gods standing proudly in the sky, and the lightsabers in the hands of the gods that can slash at the demons with supreme power at a glance...
The last one is a prayer.
The thorny roses standing on the altar, the hooded preacher, the fanatical werewolf priest who seemed to be praising the name of God to his companions, and the devout believers who were listening to the teachings under the holy emblem...
No…
This shouldn't be the Dark Night Castle of His Majesty the True Ancestor. The Dark Night Castle of His Majesty the True Ancestor doesn't depict such a story, and... I haven't heard of the story above.
Looking at the four relief murals, Yust calmed down a little and felt a little relieved.
Although the Blood True Ancestor has become history and legend, the remaining power of the Blood True Ancestor still exists.
When he saw the scene around him just now, he was really scared. He was more nervous and terrified than when he was caught by Elder Maxim.
but…
It really looks like this here!
Count Yust's eyes fell on the surroundings, and the more he looked, the stronger the sense of déjà vu became.
Putting aside the reliefs and murals that symbolize the legends of the gods, this place really looks very much like the True Ancestor Castle deep in his memory!
"Have you seen enough? The bloodline from Ness."
A faint and distant female voice came from all directions.
Ethereal, mysterious, mature, and yet with a hint of wonderful charm.
The sound was so beautiful, like a gripping divine song, and it seemed to contain supreme majesty, making people unable to help but feel awe and yearning from the bottom of their hearts.
When that voice rang in Yust's ears, he felt that his heart stopped beating for a moment, and the blood in his body seemed to boil in an instant, as if it was attracted by the ethereal and mysterious voice.
A kind of awe that seemed to come from his blood and soul slowly spread in his heart...
Wow... What a powerful spiritual force that can activate my extraordinary bloodline so easily!
Yurst's heart was lifted, and he quickly withdrew his gaze from the reliefs and murals.
All supernatural things come from God, and the power of God can suppress the supernatural power of the secular world.
But this was the first time he had met anyone who could shake his bloodline so easily, except for the long-lost True Ancestor of Blood, the princes who commanded the major blood clans, and the God Lord Harald who once declared war on the blood clans!
Yulster looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, but after looking around in vain, he had no choice but to kneel down on the spot and said in awe:
"Your Majesty, the mysterious and great one! Please forgive Yulster's rudeness..."
After hesitating for a moment, he mustered up his courage and gritted his teeth:
"Your Majesty, the mysterious and great Lord, Yulster... would like to request your summons and beg for... your help!"
Yulster's voice echoed in the solemn castle.
He lowered his head and waited anxiously for the god's answer.
He knew that his request might be a bit outrageous to a strange god. After all... he didn't even prepare an altar or sacrifices.
But now, Yust couldn't care less.
Yust had never felt the wait for a response so long.
Every second of silence seemed like a year had passed.
Silence was accompanied by tremendous pressure. Just as Yulster became more and more anxious 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.
Yulster's spirits lifted. He looked up and saw the fog in front of him spreading to both sides, revealing the ever-changing ground. The stone slabs seemed to have life and kept spreading and turning, building up layer by layer, forming a staircase leading straight ahead...
After a slight hesitation, Yurst took a step forward and walked up the stairs.
When he reached the end of the stairs, he saw a high platform in front of him. On the platform was a majestic and ancient throne, surrounded by intricate thorns and roses. On the throne, a woman in a black divine dress was leaning lazily, holding her chin and looking at him with interest.
In the misty fog, Yust could not see the woman's face clearly. He could only see the mysterious and magnificent red-gold eyes and the long silver hair as soft as silk in the mist.
But even so, he could still feel the sacredness and majesty, the antiquity and vastness of the woman, the kind of beauty and uniqueness that could not be concealed even if it was covered by fog.
Yust just felt that this mimic image seemed somewhat familiar.
But when he tried to recall it carefully, he couldn't remember anything. After hesitating for a moment, he even forgot what he wanted to recall. He just felt that the god in front of him was so mysterious and beautiful, even if his appearance was covered...
After taking one look, Yulster dared not look again, for fear of angering this mysterious female god.
He took a deep breath, bowed respectfully, and introduced himself again:
"The fourth generation descendant of the Ness clan, the Blood Count Eust Ness, has met the mysterious and great His Majesty..."
"May your glory shine forever on the world, and may all honor ultimately return to your throne!"
After hearing Yulster's respectful, almost flattering and even fawning praise, the "goddess" on the throne chuckled.
She changed her posture slightly, gently placed one slender white leg on top of the other, tapped the armrest of the throne, and smiled faintly:
"Descendant of Ness, I already know your intentions. You can just call me Dark Night."
As she spoke, her misty eyes gradually became deeper, and her voice became playful:
"I have always adhered to the principle of equal exchange. Since you want to ask me for help, then... what price can you pay?"