Gospel of Blood

Chapter 366: The Unlucky Dark Apostle

The sword light cut through the sky, carrying a supreme aura of majesty. After that slash, the crimson glow quickly dissipated, and the presence of the Dark Apostle dissolved along with it.

Dark red hue blood rained down from the sky like raindrops, carrying a sulfuric scent mixed with a strong stench of blood.

It was the blood spilled by the Dark Apostle.

Seeing the black and red rain, Charlotte’s eyes narrowed slightly. After all, the Dark Apostle was a Legendary entity.

For Legendary, their blood and flesh had long since undergone a qualitative change. Back then, even Borde evolved into a forbidden zone teeming with demonic entities due to the lingering power of the Flame Demon Valaroka.

If this blood rain fell on Lutecia, it would face similar contamination.

Just as the dark red rain was about to fall, the Church intervened again.

The radiance symbolizing the three Legendary clerics shone, and immense holy light descended from the sky, illuminating the blood rain. Under the holy light, the blood rain quickly dissolved and purified.

When the divine glow faded, the blood rain had completely vanished. Only scattered photons fell to the ground.

The Holy Court remained the Holy Court, the mightiest church of the true Gods in Myria.

Despite the Church’s reputation being tarnished by increasing corruption over the years, protecting the weak and upholding holiness and justice remained the creed pursued by devout believers.

With three Legendary clerics present, they naturally wouldn’t allow the Dark Apostle’s power to contaminate Lutecia.

After purifying the blood rain, the three suns representing the Legendary clerics slowly “extinguished.”

The artifact Eternal Sun was withdrawn, and the holy glow gradually dissipated. One sun moved towards the palace, another flew towards the outer city, and the third’s light condensed, finally returning to the distant Lutecia Cathedral.

As the three Legendaries retreated, the immense pressure also quickly diminished. The sky, bright as day, returned to darkness, and the sky over Lutecia became peaceful again.

Only the scattered dreamlike photons fell to the ground.

Charlotte extended her hand out the window, letting the photons fall into her palm, unable to sense any trace of the Dark Apostle’s power.

Only rapidly dissipating magical energy remained. Feeling the pure elemental force into which the holy light had split the blood’s power, Charlotte showed a hint of regret.

“It’s a pity I can’t absorb this blood rain.”

After all, the Dark Apostle was a Legendary entity, and his blood carried rich bloodline power.

For others, that blood was a source of contamination, but for Charlotte, it was absorbable and devourable nourishment.

Of course, it was merely a fleeting regret. With three Legendary clerics and Legendary royal present, she wouldn’t dare reveal herself even if she wanted to absorb the blood.

Thinking of this, Charlotte couldn’t help but look towards where the sword light had flown, her mind contemplating.

“That silver sword strike just now resembled the Judgment Sword of the Valva family described in literature. Could it be… the King himself?”

The Crescent King Louis V—Louis de Valva.

If Charlotte remembered correctly, this most outstanding monarch of the Crescent Kingdom in centuries, revered as “the Great” by the world, was a Legendary Sword Saint.

The Legendaries’ battle had ended.

From the appearance of the Dark Apostle Albrecht to the retreat of the three Legendary clerics, it took less than five minutes…

The battle was shorter than Charlotte had imagined, likely due to the overwhelming difference in power. This massive clash came suddenly, fought fiercely, and ended quickly.

Only after the Legendary retreated did the people on the ground react.

Buildings across the capital lit up almost simultaneously, people opened windows, looking skyward with lingering fear, and asked each other what had just happened.

In the mansion, the servants of the Castell family were all awakened, the courtyard filled with attendants and knights, gazing skyward with awe and excitement.

When Charlotte, dressed in her outerwear, stepped out of the residence, Sebastian was directing the servants to check the estate’s damages.

Although the Legendaries’ battle was mainly in the sky, the shockwaves had affected the ground.

Especially in the inner city. Many windows in the estate Charlotte rented were broken, and the intricate magical lamps were damaged by the battle’s residual magical energy.

When Gods fight, mortals suffer.

Seeing Charlotte step out in her outerwear, Sebastian was slightly stunned.

He approached the young lady, bowed respectfully, and hesitated before asking.

“Master, are you… going out?”

Charlotte nodded slightly.

“Going out to scavenge, no need for anyone to follow, you continue your work.”

Sca… scavenge?

Sebastian was taken aback.

He instinctively glanced at the sky and, after some hesitation, asked with some uncertainty.

“Is it… about the battle in the sky just now?”

Charlotte smiled faintly, not answering but nodding slightly before turning into a swarm of bats and disappearing into the darkness.

…

In the central hall of the Lutecia Cathedral, in front of the solemn and holy statue of the God, Archbishop Charles, in a sacred robe, slowly opened his eyes.

The holy light in his eyes faded, and he sighed softly, bowing devoutly to the statue.

“May the Lord bless us, may your radiance be eternal, may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven…”

The next moment, the hall doors opened, and two figures walked in one after the other.

One wore a crimson judge’s robe, the other a white and purple cardinal’s robe, the Grand Inquisitor Bernard and Cardinal Joseph of the Crescent Diocese.

“How is it?”

Archbishop Charles looked at his colleagues.

Grand Inquisitor Bernard’s expression was grim, he shook his head slightly and said,

“Escaped, it was the Third Apostle of the Blood Demon Cult, Albrecht. He escaped quickly and decisively, not only abandoning his severed arm but also burning his own bloodline power.”

As he spoke, a flash of light appeared in his hand, summoning a severed black arm from the void.

The arm floated in mid-air, encased in a golden cage, struggling under the holy light, looking extremely eerie.

The severed arm’s cut was smooth like a mirror, with a trace of silver power lingering there, burning like silver flames.

Archbishop Charles glanced at the silver flames, paused slightly, and looked at Cardinal Joseph.

“What does the palace say?”

Cardinal Joseph hesitated, seemingly unsure how to respond.

Seeing his expression, Archbishop Charles shook his head.

“Forget it, no need to say. With His Majesty Louis’ temper, it’s probably not good news.”

Cardinal Joseph sighed but quickly regained his composure.

He took out a slightly damaged parchment scroll and a thick journal from his bosom, saying in a deep voice.

“Archbishop, I found these at Albrecht’s appearance site. Confirmed to be left by Bertrand de Chevalier, it’s the Chevalier family mansion, connected to the underground temple by a teleportation array.”

The Archbishop’s heart stirred.

“Bertrand? That High Priest of the Blood Demon Cult? Where is he?”

Cardinal Joseph shook his head.

“Dead, seems to have died from bloodline rampage, the body shattered, and even his soul completely dissipated.”

“Bloodline rampage? Soul completely dissipated?”

The Archbishop frowned slightly.

He briefly browsed the parchment and journal, his expression darkening.

Taking a deep breath, he handed the parchment and journal back to Cardinal Joseph, saying,

“Deploy the Demon Hunter Knights, and carefully investigate the area where the Dark Apostle appeared for any remaining power traces.”

“Remaining power traces? You mean… there was a fourth force present?”

Grand Inquisitor Bernard’s eyelids twitched.

Archbishop Charles did not deny it but sighed deeply.

“We… were probably used.”

…

In a desolate, abandoned graveyard on the outskirts of Lutecia.

Crows cawed harshly, eerie and hoarse, and faint ghost lights flickered mysteriously.

In the center of the graveyard, before a clearly modified tombstone, stood a sinister demon statue.

Suddenly, the statue emitted a deep red glow, quickly drawing the surrounding dark magic to form a huge vortex around it.

The vortex grew rapidly, twisting the void, eventually forming a temporary spatial passage.

The passage flickered, unstable, seemingly hastily opened.

Then, a stumbling figure fell out of the passage.

A tall male figure, dressed in a dark red coat, with horns on his head, a pale face, and black-red blood at the corners of his mouth.

His entire right arm was missing, his body nearly split in half, with silver flames burning at the wounds, constantly dripping black-red blood that corroded the ground into smoking pits.

The silver flames clung stubbornly to the wounds like festering sores, ready to spread further if not suppressed by the surrounding dark red magic.

The man glanced warily at the silver flames on his wound, then looked in the direction of Lutecia with crimson eyes filled with humiliation and rage, his voice suppressed with immense resentment and fury, nearly gnashing his teeth.

“Louis V… Holy Court!”

It was the unlucky Third Dark Apostle of the Blood Demon Cult, “Abyss Walker” Albrecht, who had been forcibly summoned by Charlotte, brutally beaten by the Holy Court’s three giants, and slashed by a sword.