Chapter 228 -78- Meeting the “Gods”

"Count Yurst? So it's him who is calling me?"

"Wait...he looks like this, could it be that he is under house arrest?"

"Hiss... Such an ugly symbol. No wonder the call is always looming. It doesn't look like a rose of thorns at all! It's uglier than my handwriting. It's really a miracle that I can sense it..."

In the void, Charlotte's will "overlooked" Earl Yurst, who was praying in front of the blood symbol, and finally knew who the culprit was that had kept her from sleeping well these past few days.

It seemed that the Earl of Blood had encountered some troubles and actually chose to call to her, the "mysterious god"!

"Is it troublesome..."

Charlotte's heart moved slightly, and the consciousness that came with the help of the divine power of blood spread quietly to the surroundings with Earl Yurst as the center.

And then, she "saw" the scene outside the room.

Yawning guards, intricate corridors, closed and solemn stone walls...

This is a majestic and solemn castle.

There are many vampires and blood servants in the castle, and Charlotte can also see some familiar evil eye symbols in some houses.

"The Blood Demon Order? Did they arrest Earl Yurst?"

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat.

It is much more difficult to capture a Blood Count alive than to defeat or even kill him.

She instantly became vigilant, and became more cautious when spreading her consciousness to the Western Zhou Dynasty. However, what made her slightly relieved was that she did not sense an overly powerful aura for the time being.

The guards in the castle are not even as strong as Earl Yurst, but the Blood Earl's power seems to have been sealed, which makes him look so miserable.

Of course, the absence of an overly powerful aura is only temporary.

Since a Blood Earl can seal his power and imprison him, there must be someone stronger behind the scenes...maybe even a legend!

After thinking for a while, Charlotte's eyes were fixed on Earl Yurst again.

She is really curious.

As a blood descendant of Ness, even if he is captured by the Blood Demon Order, his prayers should be to his own prince.

But why did this Earl of Blood point at her?

After pondering for a moment, Charlotte decided to respond to the other party's call and ask in person.

After all, this was her first time being called by a vampire.

With this thought in mind, Charlotte increased the output of the divine power of blood and began to summon blood through the star symbolizing Earl Yurst in the sea of ​​crimson stars...

…

Earl Jurst regretted it.

He regretted that he had not memorized the symbol of the mysterious god, but he only knew that the symbol represented thorns and roses.

He originally thought that this common pattern in life had already been engraved in his mind, but when he started to describe it, he realized that "being able to recognize it" and "being able to draw it" were completely different things.

The direct result was that although he tried again and again, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get any response.

Yurst didn't know whether it was because the symbols he drew were too different, or because he lacked a sacrificial circle or altar to resonate, but it was more likely that it was both reasons.

After all... even if a mortal wants to pray to an unfamiliar god, he must use a holy symbol of divine power, and must also undergo a series of cumbersome ritual preparations.

"As expected...it is impossible to convey the voice to the gods by relying only on nondescript symbols and prayers without rituals and altars..."

Yurst was a little depressed.

Looking at the symbols painted on the ground around him, he could guess without thinking that the time left for him was getting less and less.

The guards and Elder Maxim may appear at any time, and his hope becomes increasingly slim.

However, just when Yurst was in despair and becoming more and more desperate, a breeze suddenly floated in the room...

Gradually, the symbols on the ground that looked like ghostly symbols began to flicker one by one and began to twist like earthworms, as if they were alive.

Yurst, whose power was sealed, did not notice the breeze, nor did he notice the changes in the "ghost symbols" on the ground.

It wasn't until the crimson light became brighter and brighter that it finally attracted his attention.

"Um?"

Yurst's heart skipped a beat.

He was refreshed and quickly got up and looked towards the ground. He saw that the crooked symbol he had drawn at the end suddenly glowed with a dense red light, and the other symbols around him were like swimming fish, starting to move towards it from all directions.

Tao symbols gather!

As the symbols continued to gather, the central symbol became clearer. The crooked outline gradually became graceful and rounded, and finally turned into a decorative pattern that was exactly the same as the one commonly seen in the furniture patterns in Earl Yurst's memory.

Logo!

"This...this is...this is the thorn rose! The real thorn rose!"

Seeing the symbol that he finally became familiar with, Count Jurst looked excited.

The next moment, a bright light bloomed from the thorn rose.

He only felt that the ocean-like red light enveloped him, and a mysterious suction force drew towards him, "sucking" his consciousness directly in...

As if traveling through countless voids, Yurst felt a spinning weightlessness.

The crimson mist was overwhelming, coming in like a tide, and quickly flooded his vision.

Yurst was in a daze for a while.

And when his consciousness gradually woke up, he found that he was already standing in a foggy world.

Immediately afterwards, the crimson mist boiled, and huge pillars and stone walls rose from the ground, slowly rising with loud rumbling sounds.

The black reliefs transformed on the pillars and stone walls, faintly outlining a lifelike and mysterious mural, surrounded by intricate and exquisite decorations of thorns and roses.

Yurst looked at the rapidly changing scene around him with a shocked expression.

And when the crimson mist gradually disappeared, he found that he was already standing in a majestic and mysterious castle. Every decoration in this castle perfectly fit the aesthetics of the vampire clan.

Mysterious, strange, yet faintly revealing of sanctity and solemnity.

"This...this is the Dark Night Castle?!"

Looking at the mysterious and solemn buildings around him, Count Jurst couldn't help but lost his voice and almost jumped up.

Dark night castle...

The Supreme Sanctuary where the True Ancestor of Blood summoned the Descendants of Blood. Although Earl Yurst only entered it once with the Duke when he was young, he remembered it deeply.

Memories that had accumulated for thousands of years were gradually awakened. Looking at the familiar decorations around him, Yurst's eyelids jumped wildly.

However, when his eyes fell on the reliefs and murals on the wall, he quickly fell into doubt again.

Because the reliefs and murals depicted were not the legend of the Creation of Blood and the battle for the throne of gods recorded in the ancient castle where the True Ancestor of Blood lived in seclusion deep in his memory, but a story he had never seen before.

In the crimson mist, there are four clear reliefs and murals.

One scene depicts a sacrifice that looks evil and sacred.

The girl tied to the cross, the huge sacrificial circle, the evil sacrificer wailing in pain and hundreds of living corpses falling backwards...

One section depicts a solemn surrender ceremony.

The tall woman sitting high on the throne, whose face cannot be seen clearly, the mysterious and majestic thorn rose, and the fire elf kneeling on one knee under the steps with a face full of enthusiasm and yearning...

One scene depicts a vast battle.

In the city under the night, the ferocious demon is trying to break out of the seal, the female deity standing proudly high in the sky, and the light sword in the god's hand that can feel the supreme power just by looking at it, slashing at the demon.

…

And the last place is a prayer.

The thorn rose erected on the altar, the hooded preacher with a fanatical expression, seemed to be a werewolf priest who was chanting the name of God loudly to his companions, and those who were listening to the teachings under the holy symbol, one after another piety.

believers...

No……

This shouldn't be the Castle of Dark Night under the Crown of the True Ancestor. The Castle of Dark Night under the Crown of the True Ancestor does not depict such a story, and... I have never heard of the story above.

Looking at the four relief murals, Yurst calmed down slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the True Ancestor of Blood has become history and legend, the residual power of the True Ancestor of Blood is still there.

When he first saw the surrounding scene, he was really frightened. He was even more nervous and horrified than when he was arrested by Elder Maxim.

but……

It’s so similar here!

Earl Yurst's eyes fell on the surroundings, and the more he looked, the stronger the sense of déjà vu became.

Putting aside the reliefs and murals that symbolized the legends of the gods, this place really looked very much like the True Ancestor Castle in his memory!

"Have you seen enough? Bloodborn from Neith."
To be continued...