Gospel of Blood-Chapter 671 : The Final Battle

Starfall Kingdom, Starfall City.

The sky shattered.

No—this was not the collapse of the firmament, but something far more terrifying, far more fundamental: an existence that overlaid and replaced the sky as people knew it.

An eyeball so immense it defied description slowly condensed out of nothingness, occupying the entire heavens.

Its outline was not of flesh and blood, but traced by countless streams of pale light that flowed and intertwined. At its center burned a point of ultimate, searing gold—like a cold sun—gazing indifferently upon the dying world below.

That was the Eye of the Origin, the manifestation of the Will of Origin.

Golden divine light burst forth from the pupil—not the warmth of sunlight, but a deathly radiance that stripped all things away.

The light fell, dyeing the clouds an ominous gold-red. Where it touched the land, rings of pallid halos spread outward.

Where those halos reached, life was instantly throttled by an invisible hand.

Towering ancient trees visibly lost moisture, green leaves withering and curling before crumbling to dust; Raging rivers dried to their beds in mere breaths, revealing cracked riverbeds; Fertile fields became scorched earth; birds and beasts had no time even to cry out before flesh dissolved, leaving only bones—bones that soon weathered into dust as well.

The entire world was being forcibly stripped of the very concept of “life,” returning to the most primal, most desolate “nothing”!

“Evernight, you have failed.”

A cold voice descended from the high heavens, devoid of any emotion, as though stating an established fact.

The sound did not travel through air; it echoed directly within the depths of every remaining conscious soul, bearing the unquestionable authority of law.

Upon the charred, shattered earth, atop a small hill piled with corpses, a golden-haired, crimson-eyed girl stood stubbornly upright.

That was the Charlotte of the past.

Her divine gown was torn and stained with dark red and gold blood. Her once star-bright eyes now burned with unyielding fury as she stared up at the giant eye that had replaced the sky.

She tried to draw upon the remaining divine power within her—the authority of the True Ancestor of Blood.

But the pallid mist that writhed around her like living things only thickened, like countless chains wrapping around her divine body and soul, endlessly eroding and suppressing.

Charlotte—who had become the Gospel of Blood—watched all of this calmly.

Her gaze pierced the surface, seeing Artemis hidden within the Dreamy Moon’s Heart seize another opportunity to manifest.

She saw Artemis unite with the Guardian Scepter, pouring power into that still-struggling, young version of herself below.

Under the stimulation and protection of this external force, the Gospel of Blood—of the same origin as herself—began to surge wildly, breaking through a certain limit and touching the supreme Creation-rank.

Charlotte did not stop it.

Not only did she refrain, she went with the flow—quietly releasing her absolute control over the gospel’s origin, silently transferring a portion of its core authority to that naïve yet resilient past self. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Like a patient director, she ensured that the drama called “history” advanced along its predetermined track.

Following the temporal ripples born from the collision of Creation-rank powers, she forced open—one final time, with power far exceeding her former self—a relatively stable path through the chaotic temporal turbulence, leading to the River of Time!

This was a history that must occur—therefore, this opening succeeded.

But it also meant that this passage was one only the “past” Charlotte could traverse successfully.

And this time, Charlotte did not borrow—she completely, unreservedly bestowed the Gospel of Blood that had accompanied her through endless ages, bearing all her paths and laws, in its entirety, upon her past self.

At the instant the scripture completed its transfer and bound to the past Charlotte’s soul, Charlotte’s will—transcending time and space—stirred slightly.

Chi—!

Those “gospel fragments” she had long since collected, all forged from various materials, ignited simultaneously.

In that instant, Artemis seemed to sense something and snapped her gaze toward it.

Her eyes pierced the barriers between reality and illusion, through the fog of time, and at last met—eye to eye—the consciousness that had long hidden behind the gospel, silently watching and guiding everything.

Charlotte smiled faintly. Artemis, meanwhile, widened her eyes, silver pupils shimmering with crystal clarity and excitement.

The two locked gazes. No words were exchanged, yet Artemis seemed to comprehend many things at once.

She smiled softly, suddenly spreading her arms and looking through the void.

“Teacher… are you ready?”

Yet this “Lilith” vessel was hollow within.

Not a physical emptiness, but a conceptual reservation.

A perfectly fitting, completely unguarded container—a “seat of godhood” deliberately left vacant to welcome the descent of a supreme being!

The moment had arrived!

Charlotte hesitated no longer.

Her most essential “true self,” condensed from all power, all divinity, all memory and will—a crimson light of absolute purity and brilliance—burst skyward from the Gospel of Blood!

This light contained everything she was.

Her fully perfected Creation-rank divinity, her immortal divine flame that had burned through countless ages, her understanding and authority over all laws—everything was within it!

Whoosh—!

The crimson light, like a fledgling returning to its nest, precisely entered the gap at the chest of the “Lilith” vessel.

Light merged—perfectly.

“Lilith’s” once hollow eyes ignited instantly, filled with vitality, wisdom, and that uniquely Charlotte essence—tempered by ages, yet unbroken.

At this moment, she was both Lilith and Charlotte!

Immediately after, this newly unified existence stepped forward, spread her arms, and tightly embraced the golden-haired girl on the ground—who had fallen into brief confusion due to the gospel’s mutation and the soul shock.

Boom!!!

An indescribable resonance erupted between them.

Crimson divine light exploded outward, completely engulfing the girl.

The mature Charlotte soul from the future, bearing complete Creation-rank power, forcefully returned—like a master reclaiming a long-abandoned dwelling—beginning a total takeover of this body already riddled with Origin corruption!

At the same time, the River of Time passage Charlotte had forcibly opened and stabilized emitted a tremendous pull.

The young Charlotte soul belonging to this point in time was gently yet firmly guided out, transforming into a streak of light that entered the passage and flowed upstream along time’s trajectory, sent to the distant ancient era prepared for her.

Thus, cause and effect completed their cycle—space and time closed the loop!

Now, the present Charlotte had finally fully reclaimed this body of the True Ancestor of Blood, long watched by the Origin!

“It’s you! Again you!”

“Who are you, really?! Why do you interfere with my world?!”

The Origin’s furious voice roared.

Its gaze fixed upon the girl—or, more precisely, upon Charlotte within her.

Charlotte slowly raised her head.

The girlish innocence and confusion on her face had vanished, replaced by the composure of one who had endured innumerable calamities—and a faint, absolutely confident provocation.

She tilted her head slightly. In her crimson-gold pupils shone cold, dazzling light. The curve of her lips lifted clearly—almost cute.

“Origin.”

“Didn’t you already know who I am?”

The Origin puppet’s gaze darkened further, fury in its voice nearing frenzy.

A roar that seemed to transcend time echoed across the Myria continent.

“Charlotte de Castell—!”

Boom!!!

High above, the colossal Eye of the Origin contracted violently, then erupted with a tide of pallid divine power capable of drowning the entire world!

This power no longer merely stripped life—it carried the purest intent of annihilation and finality, surging like a tide of destruction toward Charlotte, seeking to erase her and the land itself from existence at the conceptual level!

Faced with an attack that would fell any true god, Charlotte merely smiled coldly.

She made no grand gestures—only gently raised her right hand.

The next instant, vast and profound crimson divine power—like the birth of the universe itself—erupted from within her!

Warm and blazing, carrying boundless might, it slammed head-on into the pallid, icy annihilation!

Dong—!!!

An indescribable impact.

Not merely sound, but the collision of laws—the clash of two diametrically opposed Creation-rank concepts!

The entire Myria continent convulsed with unprecedented violence!

Tectonic plates groaned and shifted; the surrounding seas surged backward in madness, raising waves tens of thousands of meters high that swallowed coasts and ravaged inland; countless sky-piercing mountain ranges collapsed into plains; the earth split into bottomless chasms as searing magma erupted…

With a single blow!

The Myria world, like a fragile toy, ushered in a true apocalyptic vision of destruction!

Stars dimmed, laws unraveled, all things withered!

Yet at the center of this catastrophic collision, the two Creation-rank powers strangely deadlocked—neither able to overwhelm the other.

“Trying to steal the vessel I painstakingly crafted? Know your place!”

The Origin thundered in anger and shock.

It sensed furiously that the crimson divine power within the girl was, in a bizarre manner, beginning to purify and expel the Origin corruption it had so carefully laid—contesting final control of this body.

Then something even more terrifying occurred.

Humm—!

An invisible pull enveloped the entire Myria world, erupting from the Eye of the Origin.

The extraordinary power saturating heaven and earth—elemental magic, faith power, bloodline source power, even the divine power and divinity of the feeble gods barely clinging to existence—

All of it was forcibly stripped and extracted like matter drawn into a black hole, becoming torrents of multicolored yet deathly energy that surged wildly toward Charlotte’s position!

No—more precisely, toward the “vessel” body Charlotte now occupied!

The Origin intended to forcibly pour all remaining transcendent power of the Myria world into Charlotte, using absolute might to burst her from within—or seize control outright!

Boundless death spread as transcendent power was drained away.

The surviving gods hiding in shattered divine realms and secret corners didn’t even manage to scream before their divine cores shattered, divine flames extinguished, and they dissolved into pure energy, devoured by the Origin.

The world was rapidly sliding toward complete extinction and void.

Against the darkened heavens, only the Eye of the Origin—having absorbed all extraordinary power—shone with unprecedented brilliance, like the sole light source in chaotic emptiness, radiating despairing pressure.

Then, the Origin light—condensed from the world’s final strength—fell like a blade of heavenly punishment, ignoring spatial distance and plunging directly into Charlotte!

…

A crimson spiritual world—the manifestation of Charlotte’s divinity and will.

The once calm, vast sea of consciousness was violently torn apart by an intrusive pallid light!

That light carried the Origin will and the massively compressed transcendent power of the entire Myria world, crashing down like a star of destruction!

Boom—!

Pallid radiance spread like a virus, eroding everything it touched; crimson receded, mental barriers groaned under unbearable strain.

In moments, nearly half of Charlotte’s sea of consciousness was forcibly seized and occupied—along with half the control over her body!

The situation turned dire!

Yet at this seemingly critical moment, Charlotte—who had appeared to retreat defensively—suddenly… smiled.

She did not, as the Origin expected, mobilize all power for a desperate counterattack.

On the contrary.

She released control over the remaining portion of her sea of consciousness, allowing the Origin’s power to penetrate even deeper.

At the same time, the blood-divine power she had previously released ceased resisting and instead began circulating along an arcane pattern, completely sealing the boundaries of the sea of consciousness—and wrapping the girl’s entire body, inside and out, into an airtight… cocoon!

A perfect prison—woven of Creation-rank power!

Charlotte’s condensed mental form stood at the center of the sea of consciousness. In her crimson-gold eyes, all prior caution and probing vanished, replaced by an ancient, glacial indifference—and a deeply buried madness finally unleashed.

She lifted her gaze toward the pallid light rampaging and expanding in the other half of her mind, believing victory assured, and let out a soft chuckle that echoed clearly through the spiritual world.

“Origin… you’ve finally come all the way in!”