Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

The terrifying sword Qi tore the entire location into pieces, leaving fierce ravines on the ground.

The Bloodline descendants at the stronghold had already scattered and fled, leaving only the majestic Roman Sword "glorying in power" in the sky.

But at this moment, the terrifying pressure of the Roman Sword had dissipated.

While still dazzling, it now seemed far less aggressive than when it pursued the two Legendary Bloodline beings.

Moreover, as the stronghold on the ground was destroyed, its momentum even gradually weakened, and even the shining light began to retract.

"Phew... This should be about enough, right? Those two from the Nais clan have been frightened away and probably won't come back."

"Hmph, these descendants of Nais think I don't know what they're plotting, just trying to use the Blood Divine Power they collected to trade with me?"

"Speaking of trading, isn't it basically them wanting to become my master? They don't even look at themselves, the ones who haven't even been shaped by the Divine Fire, and they presume to be the master of me, the Roman Sword? Do they even qualify?"

"It would be more fitting if Cosy were the one to come!"

"Only a true Mythical being is worthy to be my master!"

The childish voice muttered to itself, carrying a hint of disdain and pride.

After speaking, its voice took on a tone of apprehension:

"However… these Bloodline beings really do have profound backgrounds. Just two Legendary Bloodline beings alone, their magic power is so strong, combined they might even surpass my strength!"

"I should say my strength wasn't much recovered, but this is outrageous; these ancient beings who have lived for thousands of years are truly frightening!"

"I can only say… fitting for the magic creatures known for their vast magic power, that one offspring they created is indeed remarkable…"

"Good thing they got scared by me, otherwise… if they had started the Sealing Array here, the unlucky one would have been me!"

"I'm truly awesome! Just by bluffing, I managed to scare off two Legendary Bloodline beings! I'm so wise!"

The Roman Sword straightened up slightly, much like a proud, chest-thrusting child.

After feeling proud, the hilt of the Roman Sword then steadied itself in the direction of Luon City, as if looking back, and the proud voice gradually lowered, filled with a bit of nervousness:

"I performed so well just now, surely the one who awakened me must have thought I really flared up due to the Nais Bloodline's offense and chased them out, right?"

"So far apart... They must have lost their sense of me by now, right?"

"They wouldn't chase after me as well, would they?"

"Really, out of all possible beings, it had to be that one who awoke me, I was almost scared to death, thankfully I reacted quickly. If they had seen through me, they definitely wouldn't let me go!"

"But... I remember they had mysteriously disappeared? Even Cosy couldn't observe their whereabouts, it seemed like their very existence had vanished, could this mean... they've returned?"

"Hiss… Worthy of the God who stirred the entire world into chaos, even disappearing from existence and yet able to return."

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The Roman Sword sighed deeply, filled with countless emotions.

Perhaps other Divine Artifacts, like it, being awoken wouldn't recognize the identity of their awakener.

But its power was originally from the same source as the other, and it had inherited some memories of ancient beings, recognizing the identity of the other the moment their Divine Power entered its body.

That perfect control over the Blood Divine Power was certainly not some lucky guy getting a Divine Artifact, it must be the true possessor of the Divine Power!

And as for to whom the Blood Divine Power truly belonged… the answer was clear.

Not just any Mythical being, but the embodiment of Eternal Night, the origin of the Bloodline, the master of the Blood Moon Era—Blood True Ancestor!

Thinking of the terrifying figure from the legends, the Roman Sword shivered involuntarily.

Had it been just a regular Divine Artifact or Holy Artifact, it might not have been so afraid.

But own self is aware of own matters.

Its very essence had been made from the opponent's Divine Statue; it didn't believe the other would awaken it without reason.

When it was awakened, it had unintentionally felt the other's power, which was actually not strong, even quite weak, obviously just having resurrected not long ago.

Of course, although it had just resurrected, it didn't dare to underestimate the other, merely relying on a trace of Divine Power had already somewhat restored it, the power the other could burst forth with was certainly far beyond its expectations.

That was truly the most terrifying, that was the ruthless one who could even Devour the power of descendants; now with its power just resurrected, if it really got caught by the other, wouldn't it be no different from meat on a chopping board?

The Roman Sword could more or less imagine how it would be treated.

"Phew... Whatever! Why think so much! While that one hasn't reacted yet, better run! The farther, the better! If I'm targeted by Them, it might even be worse than being controlled by the Nais clan!"

The Roman Sword quickly made a decision.

It turned around in a circle, choosing a direction different from the one in which the two Bloodline descendants and Luon City lay, and fled swiftly.

That was to the northeast, also towards... the Castel Domain.

Of course, the target of the Roman Sword was not Castel, but slightly further north, the Northern Territory Grand Duchy, where the Half-Elf Romannus first established his legacy and where it had first been pulled from stone—not yet a Divine Artifact but merely a Holy Artifact.

However, just as the Roman Sword had traveled about five kilometers, a tall figure suddenly blocked its path.

A black cloak, crimson eyes, a handsome face with a smirk, and a pair of demon ram horns on his head.

It was Albrecht.

"Albrecht?!"

The Roman Sword recognized him too.

Considering both belonged to the same era, and Albrecht was even slightly older than the Roman Sword, it was natural for the Roman Sword to recognize him.

The Roman Sword's brilliance flickered as it reverted to the imposing form it had adopted when pursuing Yoroc and Alek, its aura expansive and its youthful voice filled with wariness:

"Albrecht? What is an envoy of the lowest rank from the Bloodline Church doing here? Could it be that Shedite has decided to intervene as well?"

Its voice brimmed with authority—though youthful, it still carried an air of confident superiority.

At least, that's how it seemed.

Albrecht laughed.

He emitted a single 'hei,' saying,

"Lord Roman, a correction, if I may—I am now the third Angel Envoy within the Church."

"Really, the third envoy…"

The Roman Sword was somewhat surprised.

Speaking in a peculiar tone,

"You fearful fellow... You didn't just outlast the previous envoys to become the third, did you?"

Listening to the Roman Sword's somewhat sarcastic remark, the corners of Albrecht's mouth twitched.

But soon, he chuckled again, squinting slightly as he glanced behind the Roman Sword, and said,

"Lord Roman, weren't you chasing Yoroc and Alek? This direction doesn't seem quite right, does it?"

The Roman Sword stiffened.

"Uh… cough, I just remembered, there's something else I need to do."

It changed the subject.

"Oh? Something else to do? Are you planning to meet my great master?"

Albrecht spoke cheerily.

"Your… master? No, I'm sorry, I have no interest in that madman Yabaton."

The Roman Sword replied impatiently.

"That's interesting because the master I refer to is not the Duke."

Albrecht replied with a smile.

"Not Yabaton?"

The Roman Sword was momentarily stunned.

Albrecht's smile grew brighter:

"Lord Roman, you have just been awakened by the master, surely you haven't forgotten the master already?"

Awakened?

The Roman Sword paused, then bristled.

Its brilliance sparked as it turned to dart away, but the next moment… a crimson mist began to slowly spread around it.

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Yesterday's leave of absence note slipped; it's the end of this plot arc, not the volume.