Gospel of Blood

Duke Yorok was feeling very frustrated.

According to the plan, the Nez Clan could have achieved two things at once: securing the inheritance of the Starfall Kingdom and reclaiming the Roman Sword.

However, things have now gone awry. The inheritance has turned into a mess due to Prince Henry’s death, causing an irreparable rift with the king. Worse still, the Nez Clan, which intended to operate behind the scenes, might now be forced into the spotlight.

As for the Roman Sword, the situation was even more dire. A matter that could have been resolved through negotiation has now escalated into a major conflict.

Looking back, collaborating with Countess Castell and choosing her to disrupt the Roman ceremony might have been somewhat reckless, but it was still manageable.

But the Luna Island faction ruined everything.

Thinking about this, Yorok’s anger surged.

Especially after a certain individual caused trouble and then had the audacity to promise he could forcibly seize control of the Roman Sword, only to flee immediately afterward!

“Alec! You bastard! Stop right there!”

Seeing the swarm of shadow bats chasing him, the elven bloodborne ahead ran even faster.

“Ahem, Sir Yorok, why are you chasing me? Try another direction! Don’t give the Roman Sword a chance to catch us all at once.”

Alec coughed lightly.

“Bullshit! There’s only one way back to Starfall. Why don’t you change direction?”

Yorok retorted furiously.

“Um… I’m just more familiar with this route. You could head towards Castell’s territory, isn’t that an ally of Nez?”

“Are you out of your mind? Running to the territory of an unknown bloodborne myth? Why don’t you go there?”

“Tsk! The Starfall signed the alliance, not Luna Island.”

“You…! I knew it! You’re deliberately sabotaging the Returning Star Plan, aren’t you? You bastard! When we get back to Starfall, I will definitely impeach you at the council!”

“Ahem… Sir Yorok, it’s a misunderstanding, really. Who knew the Roman Sword’s power would suddenly surge like that? Wait, are you running in the same direction to overtake me, Sir Yorok? That’s not very gentlemanly.”

“Bullshit! You think everyone’s as treacherous as you? We can’t split up now, or the Roman Sword will pick us off one by one. It’s getting faster!”

As the two Legendary Bloodbornes bickered, they fled northwards.

However, as they continued to flee, Duke Yorok felt something was off.

“Hmm? Why does it feel like… the presence of the Roman Sword has disappeared?”

He frowned and glanced back. There was no trace of the Roman Sword, just a clear sky.

Duke Yorok felt increasingly uneasy.

“Alec! Stop for a moment!”

“I say, Sir Yorok, are you still thinking about forcibly controlling the Roman Sword? In its current state, I plan to avoid it for now. If you want to try, be my guest.”

“Bastard! You disgrace of the bloodborne! Quickly, turn around and check, something’s not right!”

Duke Yorok cursed.

Upon hearing this, the elven bloodborne Alec finally turned his head.

When he found no sign of the Roman Sword, he uttered a surprised “Huh?”

“Huh? The Roman Sword is gone? Wasn’t its speed increasing? Could it be planning to cut us off ahead? No… something’s not right, the presence has completely vanished too.”

Duke Yorok furrowed his brow.

He slowed down gradually until he came to a complete stop.

With his magical power ready for another escape, Duke Yorok fixed his gaze on the distant sky.

However, after a moment, the only thing in the sky was a flock of cawing crows, nothing else.

Where was the Roman Sword?

Duke Yorok’s expression was filled with confusion.

Noticing this, Alec hesitated before cautiously stopping and carefully approaching Duke Yorok.

Looking at the empty sky, he blinked.

“Hmm… It really didn’t follow. Did the Roman Sword lose us? I remember it wasn’t very smart.”

“Lost us? Hmph, it had locked onto our presence. How could it lose us? As for intelligence… do you still think it’s the same as that ten-year-old child? It’s different now, its power has clearly been restored!”

Duke Yorok snapped.

However, as he spoke, his expression suddenly froze.

“Sir Yorok, what’s wrong?”

The elven bloodborne Alec, who had been inching away, asked with feigned concern.

Duke Yorok ignored him and kept his gaze fixed on the direction they had come from.

In the time they had stopped to talk, the Roman Sword had still not appeared behind them.

Realizing something, Duke Yorok’s expression changed.

“This is bad! We’ve been tricked! It deceived us all!”

With that, Duke Yorok accelerated and headed back the way they came.

…

At a Nez Clan stronghold in the Roman Duchy.

Terrifying sword energy had torn the location to pieces, leaving gaping gashes in the ground.

The bloodborne at the stronghold had scattered, leaving only the awe-inspiring Roman Sword “showing off” in the sky.

At this moment, however, the Roman Sword’s terrifying aura had dissipated.

Although still radiant, it was no longer as menacing as when it was chasing the two Legendary Bloodbornes.

Moreover, as the stronghold was destroyed, its imposing presence gradually weakened, and even its dazzling glow began to fade.

“Phew… that should do it. Those two Nez bloodbornes should be scared off and won’t be coming back.”

“Hmph, those Nez bloodbornes think I don’t know what they’re up to. They just want to use the blood divine power they’ve collected to make a deal with me?”

“Calling it a deal, but essentially trying to become my master? They should look in the mirror. Even those who haven’t shaped divine flame dare to dream of becoming the master of the Roman Sword? They dare?”

“Only Casey has a chance!”

“Only a true myth is worthy of being my master!”

A childish voice muttered, filled with disdain and pride.

After saying this, its voice took on a tone of fear.

“But… these bloodbornes have truly deep reserves. Even though they are only two Legendary Bloodbornes, their magical power is so strong that together they might even surpass my power!”

“Although my power hasn’t fully recovered, this is still quite absurd. These old monsters who have lived for thousands of years are truly terrifying!”

“I can only say… as expected of magical creatures known for their vast magical power, the descendants of that one are really remarkable…”

“Luckily, I managed to scare them away. Otherwise… if they had activated the sealing formation here, I would have been in big trouble!”

“I am truly amazing! Just by bluffing, I managed to scare away two Legendary Bloodbornes! I am truly wise!”

Roman Sword straightened its body slightly, looking just like a proud child puffing out their chest.

After indulging in its pride, the Roman Sword’s hilt pointed towards the direction of Roan City, as if looking back. Its proud and smug voice gradually lowered, tinged with some unease.

“I just performed so well, the one who awakened me must also think I was truly angered by the Nez bloodbornes and thus chased after them, right?”

“Being so far away… they should have lost their sense of me by now, right?”

“They wouldn’t chase after me too, would they?”

“Really, of all people to awaken me, it had to be that one. It nearly scared me to death! Thankfully, I reacted quickly. If they had seen through my act, they definitely wouldn’t have let me leave!”

“But… wasn’t it said that She had mysteriously disappeared? Even Casey couldn’t divine Her whereabouts, and it seemed like Her very existence had vanished. Could She have returned?”

“Sigh… only She could come back after causing such chaos in the world.”

“Myria, is it going to change again?”

Roman Sword let out a long sigh, filled with emotion.

Perhaps if another artifact were awakened like it, they might not recognize who had awakened them.

But its power originated from the same source, and it had inherited some ancient memories. The moment the divine power entered its body, it recognized the identity of its awakener.

That kind of perfect control over the power of blood could only belong to the true owner of that divine power!

And as for who that blood power belonged to… the answer was obvious.

It was none other than the Incarnation of Eternal Night, the Origin of the Bloodborne, the Master of the Blood Moon Era—the True Ancestor of Blood!

Thinking of the terrifying figure from legend, Roman Sword shuddered.

If it were just an ordinary artifact or sacred item, it might not be so afraid.

But it knew its own situation well.

Its body was made from the statue of that God. It didn’t believe that its awakening was without reason.

When it was first awakened, it inadvertently felt the power of that God. Her power was actually quite weak, even rather fragile, clearly having only recently been resurrected.

Of course, even though She had just resurrected, it didn’t dare underestimate Her. Just a bit of Her divine power had restored a significant part of its strength. The power She could unleash was surely beyond imagination.

That’s the most terrifying part. This was someone who could devour even their descendants’ power.

Now that She had just resurrected, if She caught it, it would be like meat on a chopping block.

Just thinking about it made Roman Sword envision its own grim fate.

“Phew… never mind! Why think so much? I’d better run while She hasn’t reacted! The further away, the better! If She catch me, it’ll be worse than being controlled by the Nez bloodbornes!”

Roman Sword quickly made its decision.

It turned in a circle, choosing a direction different from both the bloodborne duo and Roan City, and flew away at high speed.

That was to the northeast, towards the Castell territory.

Of course, Roman Sword’s destination wasn’t Castell, but the Grand Duchy further north. That was where the half-elf Romanus had first established himself and where it had been first drawn from the stone, not yet an artifact but merely a magic item.

However, after flying about five kilometers, a tall figure blocked its path.

Dressed in a black cloak, with crimson eyes and a handsome face with a faint smile, and a pair of devil horns on his head.

He was Albrecht.

“Albrecht?!”

Roman Sword recognized him.

Both were from the same era, and Albrecht was even older. Roman Sword recognizing him was natural.

Roman Sword’s brilliance flickered, resuming the strong stance it had when chasing Yorok and Alec. The pressure emanated, and its youthful voice was full of vigilance.

“Albrecht? What is the last apostle of the Blood Demon Cult doing here? Does Shedite also want to interfere?”

Its voice was full of authority, despite the youthfulness, exuding an air of confidence.

At least, it appeared that way.

Albrecht chuckled.

He said,

“Sir Roman, let me correct you. I am now the Third Apostle in the cult.”

“Third Apostle…”

Roman Sword was a bit surprised.

Then its voice turned peculiar.

“You cowardly guy… did you wait out the previous apostles to death to become the Third Apostle?”

Albrecht’s lips twitched at Roman Sword’s somewhat sarcastic tone.

But soon, he smiled again, squinting at the direction behind Roman Sword, and said,

“Sir Roman, weren’t you chasing Yorok and Alec? This direction seems a bit off.”

Roman Sword stiffened.

“Um… well, I suddenly remembered that I had some unfinished business.”

It changed the topic.

“Oh? Unfinished business? Planning to meet my great master?”

Albrecht smiled.

“Your… master? No, sorry, I’m not interested in that lunatic Abaddon.”

Roman Sword said impatiently.

“What a coincidence, the master I’m referring to isn’t the Archduke either.”

Albrecht smiled.

“Not Abaddon?”

Roman Sword was taken aback.

Albrecht’s smile widened.

“Sir Roman, you were just awakened by Master. You haven’t forgotten our master already, have you?”

Awakened…?

Roman Sword paused, freezing in place.

Its light flickered, and it turned to flee, but the next moment… crimson mist began to spread around.

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