Gospel of Blood-Chapter 620 : Mysterious Voice

It was as if the sun had been extinguished in an instant.

From the northern plains to the southern continent, from the Star Moon Strait to the Dragonspine Mountains, whether it was morning, noon, or dusk, the entire Myria continent was plunged into darkness. From north to south, from west to east, everything was enveloped in pitch-blackness.

People, terrified, raised their heads and gazed at the darkened sky.

It was a pure, profound “darkness,” as if the world had been shrouded by some incomprehensible force, or as if all celestial bodies had been devoured by an indescribable being in an instant.

The sun had vanished.

The stars were gone too.

The entire world had, in a moment, lost all its light.

“The sun… it’s gone out!”

“The end! The end times have come!”

“Oh, great Lord! What is happening?”

“Divine punishment… This must be divine punishment!”

“Almighty Lord, please shelter your humble followers!”

Panic swiftly spread across the continent. People, confused and frightened, stared at the dark sky in chaos.

However, this “eternal darkness” did not last long.

A faint crimson light began to trickle down from the sky, slowly illuminating the world shrouded in darkness.

In the sky, amidst the blackness, a crimson full moon began to rise slowly.

Like a sun emerging from the eternal night, it floated upward, taking the place of where the sun had once been.

Blood-red light cast down, gradually lighting up the darkened world once more.

At the same time, an endless swarm of bats flew into the sky, followed by flocks of cawing ravens.

No, not just bats and ravens.

In cities and villages, cats, dogs, and livestock let out shrill cries all at once, and in the forests, the howls of beasts and the calls of birds echoed constantly.

The animals wandered restlessly, howling at the blood moon in the sky, seemingly terrified of something. The entire world became a cacophony of noise.

People felt an indescribable unease welling up inside, a feeling of rejection and fear deep within their souls.

They stared blankly at the blood moon in the sky, feeling that its crimson glow was both blindingly brilliant and filled with an ominous, eerie presence.

The sensation was even more intense for those with extraordinary powers.

As soon as the crimson moon appeared, they felt the surrounding magic “come alive” almost instantly. Not only did the magic become denser, but its vitality also surged, as if the entire world had suddenly been awakened by some irresistible force.

It was as if they were drawn by an irresistible force, and they all looked up at the crimson blood moon, gazing at the mysterious glow.

Within their bodies, their dormant extraordinary powers were stirred. The extraordinary ones unconsciously emitted their own aura, absorbing the active magic around them like sponges.

Their power grew stronger, and the barriers to the next level, long unbroken, began to weaken.

A strange feeling of fulfillment and intoxication welled up inside them.

Gradually, their gazes became hazy, and their expressions turned vacant.

They stared dumbly at the blood moon in the sky, mesmerized by the crimson glow.

An instinctive thought surged up from the depths of their souls.

Stop…

That must be stopped!

Soon, the haze in the eyes of the extraordinary ones dissipated, replaced by hatred and rejection.

However, not all the extraordinary fell into this eerie state.

In the Starfall Kingdom, the Northern Grand Duchy, and the Castell territory, the followers of God Nyx and the bloodbornes active across the continent retained their sense of self. They watched in confusion as those around them lifted their heads, staring hatefully at the blood moon in the sky.

And in various parts of the world, within the churches of the Holy Court, the clergies also remained clear-minded, forming a stark contrast to the holy followers who stood gazing blankly at the sky.

In the church’s library in the Holy City, the elderly archbishop, responsible for guarding the ancient texts, gazed at the sky with a solemn expression, murmuring in disbelief.

“The eternal night has descended, the blood moon rises… This… this is the prophecy described in the Forbidden Blood Moon Scripture!”

“The Lord above! It’s Them! It’s truly Them… They has returned!”

…

Charlotte was enveloped in a crimson glow.

As the blood divine power coalesced, she felt her strength growing exponentially, and simultaneously, her consciousness began to ascend.

It was as if she had become the blood moon hanging high in the sky.

The entire continent of Myria lay bare beneath her feet.

No, to be precise, it was the “planet” of Myria.

Charlotte could see the prosperous Myria continent, the fragmented western continent shrouded in gray mist, the oceans spanning between the two continents separated by storms and thunderclouds, and the scattered islands dotting the seas.

Divine power surged, divine flame blazed, and the Gospel of Blood within her body radiated brilliantly.

Similarly, the white origin power deep within Charlotte’s consciousness also grew stronger.

Charlotte felt her connection to the world of Myria deepening even further.

It was as if she had become the ruler of the entire world or gained some kind of administrative authority, and she realized that she could sense the changes in every tree and blade of grass across the world.

But then, a sudden change occurred…

Deep within her consciousness, the two stone doors that Charlotte had sealed began to tremble, and wisps of eerie gray-white mist started to seep out from the cracks.

Charlotte felt her connection to the Myria world abruptly severed. Not only that, but a powerful sense of rejection surged from all directions.

It was a strange change, as if the entire world had come to life, and its will had turned against Charlotte.

Charlotte felt as though she had become an anomaly within the world, as if the entire universe was expressing a vehement rejection of her.

Moreover, as her divine power continued to grow and time passed, this rejection grew stronger, more vibrant, and filled with overwhelming hostility and hatred.

Voices began to echo in Charlotte’s mind, seemingly the voices of all living beings in the Myria world, and all of them converged into a single voice.

“Get out…”

“Leave… this world… get out!”

It was a voice identical to Helios’, frenzied and chaotic, yet also mechanical and rigid.

The voice seemed to carry a strange, magical power.

As it repeated over and over, Charlotte felt her consciousness begin to blur, and the divine power within her body started to grow chaotic.

Meanwhile, deep within her consciousness, the sealed stone doors trembled more violently, and the same voice echoed from behind them.

“Get… out!”

“Leave… my world… get out!”

This time, Charlotte heard the voices of the Stargazer Casey and the Crimson Queen Rowena.

It is the origin corruption!

The will of the Creator… is awakening!

Realizing what was happening, Charlotte’s heart sank.

Yet she could not stop the growth and encroachment of this voice.

In her perception, the two stone doors deep within her consciousness trembled more and more violently, and cracks began to appear in the seals.

A primal sense of crisis arose within her. Charlotte braced herself, urgently mobilizing her divine power to suppress the stone doors, but as the external force of rejection grew stronger, controlling her divine power became increasingly difficult.

The cracks in the stone doors widened, and more pale mist began to seep into Charlotte’s consciousness.

Feeling the encroachment upon her soul, Charlotte gritted her teeth.

“Trying to corrupt me? I am not Helios!”

The blood divine power erupted, and Charlotte fully activated the divine core she had just condensed, channeling all the origin power she wielded into the Gospel of Blood.

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Simultaneously, as if something had been triggered, a familiar and intimate aura emerged from the Gospel of Blood.

With the emergence of this aura, the blood moon in the sky changed once again.

Golden-red patterns spread across the high-hanging blood moon, forming a thorny rose symbol.

It was Charlotte’s divine symbol.

The symbol slowly manifested, merging with the blood moon and emitting a dazzling golden-red glow.

A vast, ancient, and majestic rhythm accompanied the light, exuding an overwhelming authority.

That rhythm seemed to carry a more transcendent, mysterious power.

When the rhythm swept over, everyone heard a calm, indifferent, yet subtly weary female voice echo in their minds.

“Silence.”

Like a bolt of lightning, the extraordinary beings gazing up at the sky regained clarity.

The hatred in their eyes vanished, and soon, they returned to a state of confusion over the eternal night, curiosity over the shifting magic, and joy over the enhancement of their own extraordinary powers…

Even the abnormal animals on the ground calmed down, dispersing and returning to their usual peace.

It was as if the extraordinary beings’ hatred while gazing at the blood moon, their murmurs, and the animals’ cries were merely a forgotten illusion.

Puzzled discussions and panicked prayers resumed across the continent, as people’s attention returned to the miraculous phenomenon in the sky.

The brief “gaze” and the single, sharp reprimand seemed to have never existed, as no one spoke of it.

Meanwhile, deep within Charlotte’s consciousness, the eerie stone doors were once again sealed by the mysterious voice, returning to stillness.

…

The “miracle” of eternal night and the blood moon lasted a full quarter of an hour.

Its vast scale covered the entire continent, and even the offshore islands were shrouded in darkness.

It wasn’t until the magic concentration and activity across the entire Myria world rose to an unprecedented level that this unprecedented phenomenon gradually dissipated.

The glow of the blood moon slowly turned golden, transforming into the sun, and the eternal night receded from the sky.

Sunlight reappeared, bringing back the light, and at the heart of the divine conflict, in the center of the Holy City, Charlotte, enveloped in golden-red light, slowly opened her eyes once more.