Goldfinger may be late, but he will never be absent.
When she saw the dialog box in her field of vision that looked like a novel system, Charlotte knew that she was saved.
I...can actually intercept this old witch's sacrifice
Intercept!
Must be intercepted!
Charlotte, who is getting more and more tired, has no extra energy to think more. She knows very well that she can't hold on for long now, and the breath of death is approaching.
Charlotte made her choice almost without hesitation.
mistake…
Interception... failed...
Detected... missing scripture information...
Self-healing begins…
Repair completed…
great lord of scriptures
Please redesign your own symbol
Charlotte:…
The words continue to change and the ritual does not stop.
Charlotte felt like she was somehow connected to something.
An illusory parchment appeared in her field of vision, with various patterns constantly changing on it according to her thoughts.
Damn!
Why is it so troublesome!
Charlotte, who is becoming more and more conscious, is going crazy.
She knew that if she did not stop the sacrificial ceremony, she would die.
Biting the tip of her tongue, she gathered her last bit of energy and casually reflected on the thorns and roses pattern on the top of the bed that came into view every morning when she got up.
Symbols are drawn up
Interception starts
Suddenly, Charlotte felt a mysterious force suddenly acting on him.
In the ups and downs of the prayer, her consciousness became clear again, and her vision changed magically.
Charlotte "saw" 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 arrived in a majestic illusory castle, sitting high on the Throne of Blood, with a blood-colored ancient book floating in front of her.
Under the throne, the scene in the basement is unobstructed.
The bloody magic circle, the cold cross, the hung girl, the crazy old woman praying fervently...
Everything seemed to be crawling at her feet.
The countess in the magic circle kept kowtowing and met Charlotte's eyes.
That feeling... was like worshiping Charlotte himself.
A strange feeling of being condescending, looking down at the ants, appeared in the girl's heart, making her feel that she was the master of everything...
A new dialog box slowly emerged—
Successfully intercepted the bloodline sacrifice ceremony
Ceremony recipient changed to: Charlotte de Castel
Should the procedure be terminated or modified
Looking at the new text, the girl's eyes widened.
Recalling the ferocious smile of the old witch just now, the suffocated anger surged in her heart again.
Charlotte did not hesitate and shouted in consciousness:
"Revise! I want to modify it!"
"Swap the sacrifice and the sacrificer!"
"The sacrifice is her, and the giver is me!"
Want to sacrifice my soul with blood
His uncle's!
Then let’s see who is sacrificing whom!
…
Countess Castres was excited.
Ten years...
She has been preparing for this day for ten years!
As long as she completes this bloodline sacrifice ceremony, she can successfully obtain the talented bloodline of the Castel family, bid farewell to her old age, and regain her youth!
Not only that, as long as she successfully sacrifices this alien soul, she is more likely to receive a gift from the gods!
That is the legendary divine grace!
The divine grace that mortals only dream of!
Once obtained, she will have incredible power and become the legendary apostle of God!
Thinking of the wonderful future, Countess Castells became more and more excited.
"Great Grand Duke Blood Demon! Please cast your gaze!"
She held up the bloody page and shouted fervently.
The magic circle glowed brightly, and the blood-like moonlight poured down, forming a crimson mist.
An ancient and vast majestic aura slowly gathered in the basement, as if some terrifying and terrifying mysterious existence had 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 filled with enthusiasm and anxiety that she had never seen before.
I saw a simple and majestic illusory throne gradually transforming into the bloody mist.
Above the throne, scarlet radiance gathers, as if an ancient and majestic existence is slowly descending...
My Lord!
It's my lord!
My Lord's eyes are upon me!
The Countess's eyes widened, she held her breath, her face flushed, her whole body trembled, her eyes were full of anticipation.
The radiance gathers and condenses into a human form.
Immediately afterwards—
She saw a familiar petite figure...
Countess:…
"Xia...Charlotte?!"
She was stunned.
At the same time, Charlotte, who was sitting high on the throne, smiled slightly at her, her voice was ethereal and ethereal:
"My dear grandmother, your sacrifice... I accept it."
The sacrificial array suddenly lit up, and crimson light rose into the sky.
In the countess's astonished eyes, the blood-like light instantly swallowed her up...
"Ahhh!"
Countess Castells suddenly let out a heart-rending cry of pain.
Her already old body quickly aged and withered under the radiance of blood.
At the same time, Charlotte on the cross felt an abundant warm current pouring into the wound in her lower abdomen along the tentacles, like rain after a long drought.
A warm and strange force continued to circulate in the body, and the fatal injuries quickly began to repair.
That feeling is quite amazing, it's hard to describe it in words.
To be honest, it feels like being in a warm and comfortable bath, or the afterglow after some strenuous exercise.
Refreshing, intoxicating, addictive and endlessly memorable.
Charlotte seemed to be a hungry glutton, greedily taking and devouring everything from the Countess of Castel.
"Ah!"
"No! Don't! Don't take away my power! Don't take away my power!"
"You... no, you, who are you?! Who are you?!"
The Countess of Castells screamed wildly and struggled.
However, the crimson light seemed to be alive, imprisoning her tightly.
Once the sacrificial ceremony begins, it cannot be stopped.
"Stop! Please stop!"
"Ahhh!"
"Devil...! You damn devil!"
"My Lord will not let you go! My Lord will not let you go!"
“…”
Gradually, Countess Castel's voice became smaller and smaller, and her struggling movements became weaker and weaker.
Finally, after about five minutes of devouring, she completely lost her movement.
The terrifying aura that permeated the surroundings instantly dissipated, and with a series of "plop-plop" sounds, the living corpses of maids and waiters kneeling around the magic circle fell to the ground.
As if they had lost their support, they turned into ordinary rotting corpses.
Within the magic circle, the light slowly faded away, revealing the Countess of Castel wrapped within it.
She had turned into a dehydrated mummy, with fear and confusion still remaining on her shriveled face.
The moonlight outside the sky window was once again obscured by clouds, and the magic array on the ground became dim.
Charlotte was the only living person left in the entire basement.
The wound on her abdomen had completely disappeared, not even a trace of scar was left, only the horrific blood stains remained.
And her expression was a bit intoxicated.
That kind of wonderful devouring seems to be addictive. At this moment, the girl actually feels a strong sense of loss and unfinished content.
She felt as if she had taken some kind of powerful tonic, her thinking became faster and clearer than ever before, and her body seemed to be filled with endless energy, as if she could break free from the cross at any time.
want to…
I still want it!
A feeling of hunger and thirst that is difficult to describe in words came to my mind, with a strong addictive nature.
Charlotte swallowed a mouthful of saliva that didn't exist, and forced down the Ji Dong that seemed to turn into the instinct of the body.
She didn't like the feeling of being a drug addict.
Fortunately, this feeling of hunger only lasted for a while and then disappeared.
She closed her eyes and took a long breath:
"it is finally over."
At this moment, the locked iron door of the basement was suddenly smashed open with a roar.
In the swirling dust, four or five knights wearing black robes, holding crosses and silver swords rushed in.
The leader held the parchment high, his voice cold and serious:
"Countess of Castel, we are the Knights of Demonic Castle."
"Based on the real-name report, we have reason to suspect that you have been contaminated and become a blood demon, and that you are related to the blood demon incident in Boulder City during this period, and you are trying to sacrifice your granddaughter Charlotte De Castel with blood. Er, you..."
Before he could finish his words, he was immediately stunned by the tragic scene in front of him.
A huge bloody magic circle.
Hundreds of corpses that had been rotting for who knows how long.
The female corpse fell in the magic circle, and the identity of a noble lady was vaguely identifiable.
And on the cross stained red by blood, the beautiful girl was covered in bruises, tattered clothes, and looked pitiful...
Seeing the stranger breaking into the door, Charlotte was also slightly startled.
However, she quickly reacted.
The misty mist instantly filled her watery eyes, and the girl sobbed softly, her voice weak, extremely delicate and pitiful:
"Woooooooo..."
"It hurts... it hurts..."
"Uncle Knight... I'm in so much pain and so scared..."
"Woooooooo..."
“…”