Chapter 119: God's Descent

This scene happened so unexpectedly.As the High Priest plunged the dagger into his heart, the entire temple altar seemed to come alive, instantly bursting forth with a crimson glow.

The bodies of the Blood Demon Cultists on the ground rapidly aged and decayed, ultimately turning into ashes, while those controlled blood servants emitted screams, bursting into clouds of blood mist...

Above the altar, the grotesque eyeball suddenly burst forth with profound darkness, exuding a trace of ancient and world-weary aura, while slowly ascending.

Looking at the surprised girl, the High Priest struggled to force out a smile.

"Cough... Your Mysterious Majesty..."

"You wished to prevent the descent of our Lord... Unfortunately, you are about to fail."

"Since you killed our brethren... the ritual had already begun."

"Our Lord will remember you, regardless of your standing. You cannot escape His gaze. Even if you destroy this ritual, you will be marked by our Lord!"

The High Priest's expression was fanatical.

Though his complexion grew paler and his aura got weaker, his gaze became even brighter.

He knew that his years of planning for the Descent Ritual were likely to fail.

The intervention of this mysterious God would surely prevent him from completing the ritual.

But so what?

The ritual had already begun, and the gaze of the Bloodborne Archduke had already been cast.

Even if the ritual failed, upon knowing another God's resurrection, the marvelous God would forcefully assist THEIR followers in completing the remaining ritual process to Descent!

The reason was simple: when a God was resurrected, it meant too many things...

Perhaps for most mortals and extraordinary individuals, a God meant grandeur, authority, and the true ruler of this world...

But as a cultist, as a High Priest of the Blood Demon Cult, as an ancient bloodborne with immortality, he knew more secrets about the Gods.

When a God resurrected, it was at its weakest, with the weakest control over its power.

For a mad opportunist, this was the best opportunity to slay a God and seize its power.

And for those mythical beings who looked down upon the mortal world, these resurrected comrades were also a great supplement!

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Seizing their divine power, absorbing their authority, gaining their strength!

Especially for the Bloodborne Archduke who wanted to further advance and achieve the position of a True God!

Obviously, the resurrected God before him seemed to have not fully mastered her power yet and was likely still searching for her memories.

If she could discern what was important, she would know that the first place a resurrected God shouldn't appear was before a God's Descent Ritual!

Death was not the end for believers...

The High Priest knew that even if he forcefully performed the ritual at the cost of his own life, once he pleased the Lord, he would also receive rewards and be awakened anew!

The gathering crimson light shone on the altar, and the aura above the altar became increasingly terrifying.

Feeling the chilling atmosphere, the High Priest couldn't help but smile.

Now, even if this mysterious God destroyed the altar, it was already too late.

However, the High Priest suddenly froze when he looked at the girl.

The mysterious God before him did not stop his actions.

Not only that, but this mysterious God also somehow took out a chair, sat down, and casually crossed her legs.

The flame elf, Sebastian, stood respectfully behind her, holding a crystal jug, while the girl leaned against the backrest, elegantly holding a crystal goblet filled with milk, and leisurely sipping on it.

She sat there, not at all intimidated by the increasingly terrifying atmosphere on the altar. On the contrary, she looked curiously at the blood that was continuously flowing towards the altar, as if she were watching a play in a theater.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Keep going, continue the ritual. I haven't seen what the Blood Demon Cult's Descent Ritual looks like yet!"

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Charlotte lightly sipped her milk, smiling calmly at the High Priest.

Upon hearing the girl's words, the High Priest was completely dumbfounded.

For a moment, he was somewhat confused, unsure if the resurrected God before him was out of her mind or if he himself was hallucinating...

Why?

Why didn't this sinister God stop him from performing the Descent Ritual?

Didn't she know that once the incarnation of the Bloodborne Archduke got summoned, only downfall awaited her?

Or was she so arrogant as to think that with her recently resurrected power, she could confront the great Bloodborne Archduke?

The High Priest felt puzzled, even suddenly feeling uneasy and wary.

He felt like he had missed something...

But he had no time to hesitate.

Once the ritual began, it could not be stopped.

In order to forcefully perform the ritual, he sacrificed himself and all his followers.

Feeling his power weakening and consciousness fading more and more, he gritted his teeth and roared, uttering the final prayer.

"O Master of the Abyss and the Mortal Realm,"

"The incarnation of corruption and decay,"

"The savior of the bloodborne progeny..."

"The Great Bloodborne Archduke—Abaddon!"

"Your humble servants offer you the power of darkness and despair!"

"Darkness shapes the sacred vessel,"

"Despair condenses the sacred soul!"

"May your will walk upon the earth... as in the Abyss!"

With the High Priest's roar, the altar radiated brightly.

A dazzling pillar of light soared into the sky, and an ancient and majestic aura slowly converged in the temple, as if some terrifying and awe-inspiring mysterious existence was casting its gaze.

It's here!

The gaze of our Lord has come!

Feeling the terrifying power converging in the temple, the High Priest became excited, and his pale face gained a trace of ruddiness.

The crimson mist erupted above the altar, instantly engulfing everything.

The High Priest struggled to raise his head, looking through the layers of mist towards the altar, only to see a majestic and solemn illusionary throne slowly materializing within the blood-colored mist.

On the throne, dazzling blood-colored light gathered, and gradually, a towering figure emerged.

However, as that figure gradually became clear, the High Priest was stunned.

Gorgeous silver long hair.

Mysterious golden eyes.

The familiar black robes of the Blood Demon Cultists...

It was none other than Charlotte!

Seeing her sitting on the illusory chair, lazily crossing her legs, holding a phantom crystal cup filled with milk, her posture and demeanor were exactly the same as when she watched the play at the temple entrance.

She took a sip of milk, looked down at the bewildered High Priest, and smiled gently.

"Your Excellency High Priest, we meet again..."

"Pfft..."

Seeing the seemingly smiling God, the Bloodborne High Priest couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of blood, and his body slowly collapsed.