Chapter 3 3 Who Are You? !

Chapter 3 -3- Who are you? !

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-repair begins...]

[Repair completed...]

[The Great Lord of Holy Scriptures]

[Please re-draw your own symbol]

Charlotte:......

The words continued to change and the ritual did not stop.

Charlotte felt like she was somehow connected to something.

An illusory piece of 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, whose consciousness became increasingly blurred, was 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 completed]

【Interception starts】

In a daze, Charlotte felt a mysterious force suddenly acting on her body.

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 gaze.

The 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 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 gathered, as if an ancient and majestic existence was 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...

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Countess Castells suddenly let out a heart-rending cry of pain.

Her already old body quickly aged and withered under the shining blood-red light.

At the same time, Charlotte on the cross felt a rich warm current flowing into the wound on her lower abdomen along the tentacles, like a sweet rain after a long drought.

A warm and strange power kept flowing in her body, and the fatal wound began to heal quickly.

The feeling was quite wonderful and difficult to describe in words.

To be honest, it was like being in a warm and comfortable bath, or like the afterglow of some intense exercise.

Refreshing, intoxicating, addictive, and endless aftertaste.

Charlotte seemed to have turned into a hungry glutton, greedily taking and devouring everything from Countess Castel.

"Ahhhh——!"

"No! Don't! Don't take my power! Don't take my power!"

"You... No, you, who are you?! Who are you?!"

Countess Castel screamed wildly and struggled continuously.

However, the crimson light seemed to have life, imprisoning her tightly in it.

Once the sacrificial ceremony begins, it cannot be stopped.

"Stop! Please stop!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"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 struggles became weaker and weaker.

Finally, after about five minutes of devouring, she completely lost her movement.

The terrifying atmosphere that permeated the surroundings dissipated instantly, accompanied by a series of "thumps" sounds, and the maids and waiters kneeling around the magic circle fell to the ground one after another.

As if they had lost their supporting power, they turned into ordinary rotten corpses.

In the magic circle, the brilliance slowly faded, revealing Countess Castel wrapped in it.

She had turned into a dehydrated corpse, and her shriveled face still retained fear and confusion.

The moonlight outside the skylight was covered by clouds again, and the magic circle on the ground also returned to dim.

In the entire basement, only Charlotte was left alive.

The wound on her abdomen had completely disappeared, leaving no scars, only horrifying bloodstains.

Her expression was still a bit intoxicated.

The wonderful swallowing seemed to be addictive, and at this moment the girl actually felt a strong sense of loss and unsatisfied.

She felt as if she had taken some kind of powerful tonic, her mind became faster and clearer than ever before, and her body seemed to have endless energy, as if she could break free from the cross at any time.

I want...

I want more!

A feeling of hunger and thirst that was difficult to describe in words came to her mind, with a strong addiction.

Charlotte swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva and forced down the throbbing that seemed to have turned into a physical instinct.

She didn't like this feeling of being addicted to drugs.

Fortunately, this feeling of hunger and thirst only lasted for a while and then disappeared.

She closed her eyes and let out a long breath:

"Finally... it's over."

At this moment, the locked iron door of the basement was suddenly smashed open with a roar.

In the turbulent dust, four or five knights in black robes, holding crosses and silver swords, rushed in.

The leader held up the parchment, and his voice was cold and serious:

"Countess Castel, we are the knights of the Demon Hunting Institute."

"Based on the real-name report, we have reason to suspect that you have been contaminated and become a blood demon, and are related to the blood demon case in Boulder City during this period, and attempted to sacrifice your granddaughter Charlotte de Castel, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned by the tragic scene in front of him.

A huge blood-colored magic circle.

Hundreds of corpses that have been rotting for an unknown period of time.

A female mummy who fell in the magic circle and whose identity can be vaguely identified as a noblewoman.

And a beautiful girl with bruises, tattered clothes, and pitiful appearance on the cross stained with blood...

Seeing the stranger who broke in, Charlotte was also slightly stunned.

However, she reacted quickly.

The mist instantly surged into her watery eyes, and the girl sobbed softly, her voice weak, extremely delicate and pitiful:

"Wuwuwu..."

"It hurts... It hurts so much..."

"Uncle Knight... I'm in so much pain and so scared..."

"Wuwuwu..."

"..."

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