Gospel of Blood

A clear and melodious female voice suddenly rang out, and the expressions of the Crescent Nobles in the dark room changed almost instantly.

Louis V instinctively tried to stand up, but... when he attempted to press the emergency mechanism on the table to activate the myth-level magical defense spell that enveloped the entire Crescent Palace, he was horrified to discover that he had lost control of his body.

It felt as if an invisible, irresistible hand had restrained everything about him—his body, his magic, his senses... Everything that he, as an extraordinary being, could mobilize was instantly sealed by some terrifying force.

Even though... Louis V’s strength had long surpassed that of an ordinary Legendary!

As for the other nobles, they were in an even more pitiful state. They couldn’t even control their facial expressions. After displaying looks of horror, they were unable to move a single muscle in their faces, only able to widen their eyes in terror as they watched the beautiful figure slowly enter the dark room...

The Bloodborne Princess, the incarnation of a true God, the Night God who destroyed the Sun God’s divine body—Charlotte de Roman-Castell!

Looking at the silver-haired girl with an indifferent expression, the name that made all Sun worshippers tremble with fear rose in the hearts of the Crescent nobles...

Veins bulged on Louis V’s face.

The sun emblem on his forehead flickered, and he let out a strained low roar. At the same time, his finger barely managed to press the magical mechanism on the table.

Terrifying power continued to gather, centering on the dark room, and finally transformed into a golden magical sword, erupting with a pressure far surpassing that of a Legendary, thrusting towards the silver-haired girl.

The God-Slaying Sword!

This was a myth-level spell created by the founder of the Crescent Royal Family, modeled after the god-slaying power of the legendary Trident of the Sea King. It could even kill Gods. Moreover, it was the symbolic spell of the Yunette Empire, which once unified the entire Myria Continent!

The cost of casting this spell was enormous, requiring nearly a century’s worth of accumulated magic power each time. Of course, its power was equally formidable.

In history, this spell had even slain three Demigods!

And now, this symbolic spell of the Crescent Kingdom, which had been withheld during both Star-Moon Wars, was unleashed without hesitation by Louis V at this very moment!

The golden sword tip converged, pointing directly at Charlotte as she entered the dark room.

Then, a pair of crimson-gold eyes glanced over.

The girl did not resist. She merely looked at the magical sword with a faint gaze, and then... the sword, capable of slaying a demigod’s body, melted away like snow under sunlight.

"Too weak..."

Charlotte sighed softly, her tone carrying a hint of disappointment.

She was genuinely disappointed.

She hadn’t expected that the Crescent Kingdom, which had beaten the Starfall Kingdom to a pulp in the "prophecy," would have such a feeble myth-level spell as its national treasure.

No...

Actually, it wasn’t that the heritage of the Crescent Kingdom, inherited from the Yunette Empire, was too weak.

It was that the current Charlotte was too strong.

Seeing Charlotte completely unharmed, not even lifting a finger to resist, Louis V’s expression changed completely.

The horror in his eyes was replaced by genuine fear. He struggled, mustering all his strength to press another mechanism on the table, letting out a hoarse roar:

"Protect the King—!"

The urgent and terrified shout pierced through the dark room, spreading across the entire Crescent Palace, even the entire royal capital.

However, no one responded to Louis V’s call.

Charlotte’s aura spread out, her divine might already suppressing everything.

In the palace, all the nobles collapsed to the ground, their faces filled with terror, unable to move an inch under the overwhelming pressure.

Outside the palace, high-ranking knights felt as if their legs weighed a thousand pounds, their extraordinary powers completely suppressed, like paralyzed mortals.

Even the Legendary knights, the leaders of the knight orders, couldn’t break free from the terrifying aura. They looked horrified, feeling as if they had turned into infants.

Then, Charlotte moved.

She walked over to Louis V, extended her slender, pale arm, and gently placed it on his shoulder.

"The Crescent Kingdom does not need a Sun worshipper as its king..."

Louis V turned his eyes, looking at the girl in terror.

His lips moved, wanting to say something, but he found that he could no longer make a sound.

Cracks began to spread across Louis V’s body, quickly covering him entirely.

Then, his tall frame shattered like a glass bottle, burned, and finally turned to ash.

Louis V, the current king of the Crescent Kingdom, regarded by the entire kingdom as a savior-king, hailed as the greatest monarch in a millennium... had just perished.

Watching the king, whose strength was unfathomable, turn to ash in an instant, the other nobles in the dark room widened their eyes even further.

Shock, terror, pleading... Various emotions flashed in their pupils.

But the next moment, they, like Louis V, had spiderweb-like cracks spread across their bodies.

Then, they shattered, burned, and turned into piles of ash.

At that moment, the girl’s unfinished words finally fell.

"And... there is no need for so many followers of the Sun to serve as the great nobles of the kingdom."

Total annihilation!

From the moment Charlotte entered the dark chamber, barely ten seconds had passed.

In just ten seconds, the Crescent King and the eight great nobles composing the Crescent Kingdom’s cabinet were all dead!

This was the power of a true God.

When a true God at the peak of their power walked the world, no mortal could stand in their way.

When a true God at the peak of their power desired to act, no mortal could stop them!

A true God is power. A true God is law. A true God is the true ruler of this world!

And above all... Charlotte was the only true God currently walking the world at their peak!

Charlotte stepped forward, leaving the dark chamber and striding into the ballroom of the Crescent Palace.

Inside the ballroom, the nobles were already prostrated on the ground, unable to move.

The dancing had stopped. The music had stopped. The attendants and musicians, too, lay prostrate, unable to move under the overwhelming pressure.

They could not see Charlotte’s appearance clearly. They could only perceive a sacred figure bathed in a golden-red radiance, a figure that seemed to embody all things in this world.

Charlotte walked past them all, heading directly to a noble who had collapsed onto a lounge chair at the back of the ballroom.

It was a somewhat thin, middle-aged nobleman, wearing a holy emblem adorned with a ringed cross on his chest. His expression, like the others, was filled with bewilderment and fear.

Charlotte remembered him.

He was John de Anro, Duke of Moonshield, a collateral member of the Crescent Royal Family, Valva family, and the only remaining great noble of the Crescent cabinet who had not entered the dark chamber—aside from Charlotte herself.

As for the reason, Charlotte had learned from the intelligence flowing into Starfall.

Ever since the Third Prince had been executed, Duke Moonshield had become the de facto first in line to inherit the Crescent throne, making him a coveted figure among the kingdom’s nobility.

But this had also provoked the ever-suspicious King Louis V’s paranoia.

Once a conflict arises, it is hard to erase. Once a crack forms, it only deepens over time.

Although Duke Moonshield was a loyal royalist, the king’s suspicions drove them further apart, until they became strangers to one another.

In the end, Louis V simply chose a mere five-year-old child from a collateral branch, adopted him, and declared him the crown prince.

From that moment, the rift between them became irreversible.

That was the official conclusion of Starfall’s intelligence.

But Charlotte had her own perspective.

She had dealt with Duke Moonshield many times and knew that this royal noble was not particularly concerned with inheriting the throne.

The real reason for the growing distance between Louis V and this royalist noble was likely not about succession—but rather, because Duke Moonshield was a devout holy believer.

This was evident from the holy emblem on his chest, which he had never removed.

Standing before Duke Moonshield, Charlotte withdrew the divine power masking her face and lifted the suppression that had been restraining him.

As soon as he saw Charlotte’s appearance, the Duke’s eyes widened in shock.

"Char—"

His voice barely escaped before he abruptly cut himself off. In the next moment, his expression shifted to one of terror and reverence as he deeply bowed.

"No... Your Eminence..."

Charlotte gazed at him, her ethereal voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

"John de Anro... From this day forth, you are the new King of the Crescent Kingdom."

"...Ah? I...?"

The Duke of Moonshield, John de Anro, froze in place.

He looked up in stunned disbelief—only to find that the girl had already disappeared.

All around the Crescent Palace, a crimson radiance ignited, revealing golden magic arrays.

The next second, priests and templar knights emerged from the teleportation circles.

They were fully armed, their expressions solemn. At the forefront, a Legendary Cardinal unfolded a golden scroll, his voice imposing as he proclaimed.

"Upon investigation, King Louis V of the Crescent Kingdom and his followers... have betrayed the faith, fallen into depravity, and become the hounds of an evil God... and have now been executed!"

"According to Article 17, Chapter 5 of the Holy Code, the Crescent throne and all succession rights of Louis de Valva and his direct bloodline are hereby revoked! The throne shall be passed to John de Anro, a devout believer from the Valva family’s collateral line, along with his descendants!"

Having declared the divine decree, the Cardinal turned to Duke Moonshield, his expression complex. Then, along with the other clergy, he offered a faint smile and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Your Majesty John, please... assume your throne as soon as possible!"